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CONTENTS 



THE MYSTIC (Poem) 

IRISH HOME RULE 

NOCTURNE (Poem) 

RETRIBUTION 

"GREATER LOVE THAN THIS" 

JAMIE (Poem) 

WHEN THE TRAIN FAILED 

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I HEARD Him in the dropping of tlie rain, 
I felt Him in tiie swelling of the sea, 
I knew His lips when harshness gave me pain, 
His love in all love, for love He was to me. 

And when the dawn rose ruddy or was gray, 
And when the sun set idly in the sea, 
I felt upon my weary cheek the spray; 
'Twas all the freshness of His love for me. 

A hand in mine ? His hand in mine, no more ; 
A cheek 'gainst mine His cheek I said must be. 
And thus we wandered by the sounding shore, 
I listening while His wavelets spoke to me, 

Spoke of His wrath, spoke of His love. His fears, 
That though I kissed I still might Judas be, 
And if I kissed once more, while fell my tears. 
My tears were love and He my love to me. 

Down through the streets where hums the busy town 
We passed, I loving. He loved with me. 
A poor man begged, I answered with a frown; 
He left me there with my iniquity. 

— Courtenay Price. 



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THE IRISH HOME RULE MOVEMENT 



VICTOR A. CHARGIN 



From the first day of the 19th Cen- 
tury to the last, the statesmen of 
England have had one standing prob- 
lem to face. It might come up under 
various forms and disguises, and it 
might seem to demand various reme- 
dies, but in some shape or other the 
wroes of Ireland have alv^^ays furnished 
the test of practical statesmanship, 
and have often been the rock on which 
proud administrations have met with 
dire disaster. 

By nature Ireland would seem to be 
formed for peace and plenty. Happily 
located with the protecting bulwark 
of Great Britain between their emer- 
ald isle and foreign foes, blest with a 
mild and equable climate, and inhab- 
iting an island of marked fertility, 
the Irish race would seem to have 
been signaled out for fortune's favors. 
Yet such has been the misgovern- 
ment of the English that the Irish 
have seen their paternal acre turned 
into the hands of aliens, their religion 
made a brand of shame and outlawry, 
their parliament corrupted and finally 
done away with, their industries crip- 
pled and bound down, and they them- 
selves reduced to wretched poverty. 

At the outset of the century, Janu- 
ary 1st, 1801, to be exact, the 
legislative union went into effect, un- 
der the title of the "United Kingdom," 
as it was a consolidation of the Eng- 



lish and Irish Parliaments. Ireland's 
Parliament, which had met in Dublin 
since 1782, went out of existence, and 
in the place of Home Rule, Ireland 
was represented in both houses of the 
Imperial Parliament at Westminster. 
But it is here that the first bone of 
contention was found. Irish Catho- 
lics according to the Act of Union, 
were unable to represent their native 
land. This indeed was a very serious 
mistake on England's side, and Pitt, 
seeing the discord it created in Ire- 
land, had promised the Irish Catholics 
that he would have the laws that 
made them ineligible to represent their 
country repealed. His plans, how- 
ever, were thwarted by the stubborn 
King George III, who believed that 
such a concession would do violence 
to the Protestantism of his coronation 
oath, and accordingly refused to sanc- 
tion Pitt's idea of Catholic emancipa- 
tion. This aroused the premier's dis- 
gust thoroughly and he resigned, thus 
leaving the movement without any in- 
fluential head. For some time it was 
dropped, as England had to give most 
of her time to Napoleon's European 
business. It was at this juncture that 
Ireland's greatest orator and probably 
the world's greatest agitator stepped 
to the front, and finally, by his elo- 
quence, wit and talent for agitation, 
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ton and Peel, the Catholic Emanci- 
pation bill was carried. 

This measure by which Catholics 
were admitted to Parliament, the Eng- 
lish administration thought would 
quiet the Irish nation, but instead of 
removing the Irish question from poli- 
tics it paved the way for a more stren- 
uous presentation of it in a new guise. 

O'Connell did not intend to let well 
enough alone, or to let affairs take 
their own course. In 1829 he was re- 
turned to Parliament at the head of 
some fifty Catholic members to agi- 
tate for Irish independence, and imme- 
diately he led a fresh movement for 
the repeal of the Act of Union, 
which had destroyed the Dublin Par- 
liament. All that monster meetings, 
soul-moving oratory, secret associa- 
tions, and printer's ink could do to in- 
fluence the government by Parlia- 
mentary manoeuver, demonstration of 
popular feeling, intimidation, and 
threats of insurrection, was done. 
O'Connell's oratory which, in its 
power over vast multitudes of his 
emotional countrymen has never been 
surpassed, made him the idol of his 
party. To boisterous assemblies of 
tens of thousands he declaimed on Sax- 
on injustice to Celt, and he exerted a 
considerable political power, so long 
as parties were somewhat evenly 
divided. But when the Tories came 
back in 1841, his influence materially 
declined. He was arrested for trea- 
sonable utterances, but was eventual- 
ly vindicated after serving fourteen 
weeks in jail. This imprisonment 



brought on a serious malady resulting 
in an early death. 

But with his decease, great as his 
influence might be, the hopes Ireland 
entertained for Home Rule, were not 
to perish. A society called "Young 
Ireland" was formed about 1840, and 
it took up the agitation for Irish na- 
tionality, and carried it to greater 
lengths than O'Connell dared, be- 
cause, being a most religious man, he 
stopped when it came to doing any- 
thing which his opponents might call 
unscrupulous. The fiery leaders of 
"Young Ireland," Smith-O'Brien, 
Meagher and Mitchell, preached sedi- 
tion from the platform and through 
the press, and in 1848 only by the vig- 
orous exertion of physical force, was 
open rebellion averted. The principal 
advocates of this agitation were seized 
and condemned to death, though they 
ultimately escaped with transportation 
to Australia, whence most of them 
eventually found their way to Amer- 
ica. 

It was in this country that the next 
alarm was sounded after two unquiet 
decades. During the famine year 
1846, thousands of Ireland's suffering 
people had emigrated to the United 
States and a widely organized secret 
society, "The Fenian Brotherhood," 
sprang up among these Irish exiles 
and emigrants. Their reign, if one 
may call it such, was similar to the 
"Reign of Terror" in the French Rev- 
olution, with the exception that they 
did not go quite as far as the frenzied 
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curred all over the country, but they 
accomplished little of practical value. 
One thing, how^ever, they did do. 
"We know," says McCarthy, "that 
while many public instructors lost 
themselves in vain shriekings over 
Fenianism, and the incurable perver- 
sity of the Irish people, one statesman 
was already convinced that the very 
shock of the Fenian agitation would 
arouse public attention to the recog- 
nition of substantial grievances, and 
to the admission that, the business of 
statesmanship was to seek out the 
remedy and provide redress." The 
statesman to whom McCarthy alludes 
and who devoted the closing decades 
of a great career to a fruitless endeav- 
or to secure for Ireland the benefits of 
self-government was William Ewart 
Gladstone. Upon no name in the his- 
tory of the Irish Home Rule move- 
ment does greater lustre shine than 
on the name of that eminent states- 



man. 



Gladstone was a man of splendid 
intellectual power and sterling moral- 
ity, an adept at parliamentary man- 
agement, a shrewd financier and, in 
fact, possessed of all the talents 
which a man, who was to cham- 
pion the cause of Irish automony. 
a lost cause, so to speak, must needs 
have. Firmly convinced that the Irish 
were suffering an injustice, he resolv- 
ed to do all in his power to rectify 
their grievances ; accordingly, and 
with all the energy that marked his 
similar undertakings he threw himself 
into the work of making Home Rule a 



possibility. No sooner had Gladstone 
come into office in 1866 than he con- 
centrated his efforts upon this project. 
In April, in one of the greatest speech- 
es of his career, remarkable alike for 
its eloquent delivery and solidity of 
thought, Gladstone introduced into 
the House of Commons his first Home 
Rule Bill, "An act to make better pro- 
vision for the government of Ireland." 
It proposed to establish at Dublin a 
parliament of Peers with a lord-lieu- 
tenant at the head, appointed by the 
crown, and an independent privy coun- 
cil. It was to have control of local 
finances except custom duties, and it 
was excluded from interference with 
army and navy, foreign or colonial af- 
fairs or with religious endowments. 
An essential provision was, that after 
the re-establishment of the Dublin 
Parliament, Ireland should no longer 
be represented in the Imperial Parlia- 
ment at Westminster. 

This bill created quite a furor and 
split the Liberal party, but notwith- 
standing, the bill narrowly missed 
passing a second reading. In July the 
Gladstonian administration abandoned 
the fight, but it was skillfully taken up 
by Parnell, with a view of forcing an 
issue. His plan was to embarrass legis- 
lation and obstruct the ordinary 
functions of government. Of this man, 
one of the most eminent Irishmen of 
the Nineteenth Century, a word of 
praise must be spoken. Born in Coun- 
ty Wicklow, he was educated at Cam- 
bridge. From his introduction to Par- 
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name was always ^ before the public, 
advocating this measure and denounc- 
ing that, but whatever his principals 
were, his eloquent voice was never 
heard supporting any movement 
which the most skeptical eye could 
consider unpatriotic. 

But to resume. During his third 
administration Gladstone pressed the 
Home Rule bill again, but with no bet- 
ter result than in 1890. In the grand 
old man's fourth term, he was now in 
his 84th year, he made a final endeavor 
to bring order into Ireland's political 
chaos, by enabling her to regulate her 
own affairs. The Home Rule bill of 
1893 differed from its predecessor in 
respect to the Irish representation at 
Westminster. The old man's elo- 
quence, backed by an overwhelming 
majority, now carried the bill tri- 
umphantly through the lower house, 
only to meet defeat by a majority of 
ten to one in the House of Lords, the 
stronghold of conservatism, where 
every progressive measure has to en- 
counter resistance at the outset. 

After this humiliating defeat Glad- 
stone did not bring in the bill again. 
In March, 1894, he withdrew from po- 
litical life, and in his last interview 
with the leaders of the Irish party, he 
assured them of his belief in the ulti- 
mate triumph of their cause, a cause 
which he promised them would be al- 
ways mentioned in his prayers. 

Parnell preceded Gladstone to the 
tomb in 1891, and with the demise of 
these two eminent statesmen the 
Home Rule bill was left destitute of 



an able defender. In this deplorable 
condition it remained until 1902, when 
John E. Redmond assumed the respon- 
sibility of being its advocate. He de- 
livered several stirring orations in its 
support, both in and out of the House 
of Commons, but the time was not 
ripe for a re-introduction of the bill, 
the movement not meeting with the 
approval of many of the parliament- 
arians upon whom it would have to 
rely for support. Thus Redmond, too, 
in utter disgust, dropped the matter 
because of the failure of his colleagues 
to co-operate with him in the further- 
ance of his project. 

Mr. Redmond's futile effort was fol- 
lowed by another short era of decad- 
ence, though it can hardly be called 
decadence as rfome Rule has been a 
favorite theme of Irish orators, and in 
one form or other has always been 
before the eyes of the public. As far, 
however, as its agitation in Parlia- 
ment goes. Home Rule has been a 
dead letter there imtil very recently. 

On April the eleventh, 1912, As- 
quith, the present Prime Minister, 
presented to the House of Commons 
a new bill providing for Irish Autono- 
my. Though it differs from the Glad- 
stonian bill in detail, it is essentially 
the same. It calls for the establish- 
ment, or rather re-establishment, of 
an Irish Parliament in Dublin, to cor- 
respond with the Imperial Parliament 
in London. It might be well to men- 
tion here the main clauses of the fourth 
Home Rule bill. The Irish Parliament 
is to consist (1) of a Senate compris- 



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ing forty members, nominated by the 
Irish Executive, (2) a House com- 
posed of one hundred and sixty-four 
elected representatives. The Lord 
Lieutenant w^ill preside over the execu- 
tive body. Pending the time when the 
present Irish deficit, estimated by 
Mr. Asquith at $7,500,000 annually, 
can be converted into a surplus, the 
taxes will be imposed and collected 
by England, and the British Ex- 
chequer will transfer to Ireland the 
amount necessary for present expen- 
diture. The Irish government will 
have complete control of the postal 
revenue and of the constabulary. A 
notable distinction between this bill 
and the one proposed by Gladstone is 
that Asquith's measure calls for an 
Irish representation at Westminster 
of forty-two members. This resume 
includes practically all of the import- 
ant clauses of the present bill. 

The principal advocates of "The 
Government of Ireland Bill," are Mr. 
Churchill and the Prime Minister, 
and if the bill carries it will be largely 
due to their efforts. The Premier has 
thrown himself into the work untir- 
ingly, but, I may add, not unselfishly, 
for he realizes that if he is successful 
in putting this measure through it 
will, even as it aided in immortalizing 
Gladst( ne, be the means of handing 
his name down to posterity as a bril- 
liant statesman. But it will necessi- 
tate his making enemies, just as Glad- 
stone had to make them when he 
proposed his first bill for Irish Auton- 
omy twenty-six years ago. Though 



the Conservative party in England is 
against it on principle, this obstacle, 
the Irish statesmen feel, they will 
have no difficulty in overcoming. The 
real opposition to the measure comes 
from Ulster. This province is, prac- 
tically speaking, the only stumbling 
block to the advancement of the bill, 
and with them are the Orangemen, 
headed by Lord Londonderry. Carson 
and Craig are fighting heart and soul 
against what they consider an outrage. 
They are decidedly anti-Catholic, and 
their slogan is "Home Rule means 
Rome Rule," intimating that Irish 
Autonomy would be the same as plac- 
ing the government of Ireland in the 
hands of the papal authorities. For any 
fair minded person this statement 
needs no refutation. Mr. Churchill 
virtually braved the lion in his den, 
when he spoke for Home Rule a short 
time ago in the cities of its foes. A 
riot was predicted and troops accord- 
ingly summoned, but fortunately no 
disturbance occurred. 

Mr. Churchill's most salient argu- 
ment for Irish Autonomy is his dec- 
laration of the deplorable condition 
existing there today, and which has 
existed since the Act of Union went 
into effect. No fewer than eighty- 
seven coercion bills in about as many 
years have been presented to Par- 
liament for the betterment and ad- 
vancement of the Emerald Isle. "But 
in spite of England's heroic efforts to 
improve Ireland" (sarcastically re- 
marks Churchill) "her population, in- 
stead of increasing is steadily and ma- 



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terially decreasing." Mr. Churchill 
claims that the people of Ireland are 
paying taxes for the maintenance of 
a navy to protect her commerce, 
which, since Ireland has practically no 
commerce to protect, is to force them 
into paying unjust taxes. 

All the world is eagerly watching 
the outcome of the present demand 
for the repeal of the Act of Union of 
1800. If the bill passes, and all indi- 
cations point to this favorable conclu- 
sion, England's act will be recognized 
and applauded by all just men anl all 
political leaders the world over. If 



she rejects the measure another era of 
political unrest will ensue in Ireland, 
to terminate either in a revolution or 
a conciliatory measure similar to the 
one we now have. 

As for the Irish, with the better- 
ment of their condition in view, they 
cherish the hope of "Home Rule" as a 
parent cherishes the successful career 
of a son, and in the same measure 
that one would desire to see a father's 
hope realized, let us hope for the 
happy issue of the Irish Home Rule 
Movement. 



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NOCTURNE 



/ walked beneath the olives when the sun 

Hung low in a reddening u-est. 

And every leaf was trembling, till the ivirid 

Called, and they answered with cries and clapping of hands. 

And beckoning they bade that I look. Ihere! There! 

What wast they saw, what saw? I looked again. 

The sinking sun had bathed them all in blood. 

Blood 'neath the olives ! I knew when I gazed ^ 

I blushed as I looked to be man amongst men, 

Blushed with the leaves. 

And when the branches tvere bent 

Like One praying, 

His face to the earth, His lips in the dust, 

Prayed and shuddered and wept, 

Prayed and was dumb, 

Prayed, and the rivers of life 

Left their red courses and strayed, 

L bent down my face in the red dust and wept. 

And the crickets far off cried. Peace, Peace and Good Will. 

And the olive-branches cried. Peace, Peace. 

I walked beneath the olives rvhen the sun 

Hung low in a reddening ivest. 

Thomas E. Percy- 



THE REDWOOD. 



RETRIBUTION 



HAROLD R. McKINNON 



The eighteenth century was nearing 
its close with Louis XVI and Marie 
Antoinette on the throne. Affairs in 
France had come to such a pass that 
the entire nation felt the hour was at 
hand when either life or death had to 
be chosen by them, — the republic or a 
monarchy. It was the talk of the 
court, engrossed in all its luxury; it 
constituted the never ending prattle 
of the peasantry ; it was the daily 
theme of the lounger at the inn, and 
of the nobleman in the gay salons ; it 
was the hope of the oppressed, the 
terror of the royal officer. 

But interesting and important as it 
was to others, it was the one set pur- 
pose in the life of Monsieur Gabelle — 
Monsieur Gabelle in his dingy little 
tailor shop in one of the dingy little 
shacks of the village of St. Croix, out- 
side Paris, and it was the sole object, 
too, of the only other occupant of this 
stuffy unfrequnented chamber, for 
there was but one room. This per- 
son was none but Madame Gabelle 
herself — crafty, deceiving, and wicked, 
yet skillful and talented enough to be 
the more influential of the two. 

As for Monsieur Gabelle — he was 
short though heavily set and powerful 
of physique. His face, owing probab- 
ly to the treatment of his wife greatly 
resembled that of a scared wolf. He 



slunk around, — did not walk, and sel- 
dom seemed to notice anything. 
As a matter of fact, he didn't. He only 
thought. Except for the work which 
he performed for an occasional patron, 
this was his occupation. 

Even on the street (though 
seldom seen there), he was ever en- 
grossed with his own unpleasant 
thoughts. If one were asked to ex- 
plain the peculiar face of that Monsieur 
Gabelle, whose livelihood depended 
upon the patronage of a needy popu- 
lace, he would find it a difficult task. 
That ill-omened air of secrecy, how- 
ever, which the iron-jawed little man 
carried about him was in itself suf- 
ficient to ward off trifling company. 
That air of constant mqditation in- 
voluntarily refused interruption. As 
far as the village of St. Croix was con- 
cerned. Monsieur Gabelle could be 
briefly analyzed in the words of Du 
Bois, the gray haired old innkeeper 
who would explain him thus : "Gabelle 
minds his business. We mind ours." 

For Monsieur's love of solitude 
there was, however, reason. In his 
earlier years he had been remarkable 
for skill with the sword, and in the dis" 
sipated brawls which marked his 
younger days, he had often resorted 
to it. With the life of more than one 
of his drunken opponents upon his 



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conscience, he had in his more sober 
years, become dreadful even to him- 
self. 

Besides, Monsieur Gabelle had 
brooded for years over the loss 
of a favorite brother. Dropping 
mysteriously from the quaint home 
life of a lowly household, Leon 
Gabelle had never been heard 
of since. Like his younger 
brother he too had been a tailor, for 
it was the characteristic occupation 
of his family as far back as the old 
Bible on the shelf over the fireplace in 
Gabelle's shop chronicled the family's 
history. 

The failure of the elder brother to 
return from work on the evening of 
that perplexing day some years be- 
fore, and his subsequent absence in 
the first few days that followed, was 
as thoroughly argued and conjec- 
tured over as it was grieved over. 
Young, not yet twenty-five, thrifty, 
hard working, honest, — the joy and 
the hope of the humble circle had left 
them or had been taken away, leaving 
not the slightest hint as to his where- 
abouts or as to the cause of his sudden 
disappearance. The family waited 
and wondered. Surmises were many. 
Suicide, — that was out of the question. 
No young man could have been pos- 
sessed of a more buoyant disposition, 
none less throttled by serious cares. 
Accident? What could happen to an 
ordinary tailor? What grave dangers 
perturbed his safety? Then again, he 
had not prepared for nor had he, 
at any time, anticipated any journey. 



And thus the various presumptions 
eliminated themselves until, as a last 
probable reason, they thought of pos- 
sible abduction. Now the Law of Sus- 
pects was enforced and carried out 
with terrible partiality in that unset- 
tled age ; innocent men had been taken 
into custody in fearful mockery of jus- 
tice. Men, guiltless of any crime, 
were in prison in satisfaction of the 
mere whim of some fop favored by the 
court. "But who", they asked them- 
selves, "could have borne such hatred 
against Leon?" Certainly none had 
been injured by their peaceful relative 
and hence would have found pleasure 
in doing him wrong. As a last stand, 
however, this idea gradually took pos- 
session of the minds of all save one, — 
and this one a ,'short, square-jawed 
little man, not over forty, with the 
suspicious air of a criminal about him, 
who muttered over his work or talked 
to his wife in the dingy little tailor 
shop of St. Croix. 

Moreover, even in his maturer 
years, Gabelle, it seemed, had made 
personal enemies, and, somehow or 
other, chiefly among the nobility. 
The taxes can be ascribed as the rea- 
son for hatred between him and 
the higher classes. The levies, at this 
time, were overbearing in the ex- 
treme and the collectors, no doubt, 
found Gabelle an obstinate fellow 
on their rounds. Yet the royal stat- 
statutes had to be fulfilled and Ga- 
belle, the tailor, was always forced to 
submit. Gabelle told his wife that he 
had been wronged. His wife told Ga- 



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11 



belle that she had been wronged ; and 
between two such vicious characters, 
— ah, what revenge would they have 
when the outbreak came. 

As the days gradually rolled by, 
events predicted the closer proximity 
of rebellion. The king began to ex- 
hibit signs of fear. The talk at the 
inns took on a more revolutionary 
tone. The ignorant and oppressed com- 
moners exulted at his weakness and 
determined to fight when the occasion 
presented itself. They were now 
more reluctant in complying with the 
hideous commands of the royal offi- 
cers. Taxes were collected less readi- 
ly. That obstinate tenor of the re- 
bellious conversation began to make 
itself manifest in their dealings with 
the court. There were very few pat- 
rons at the shop of Monsieur Gabelle 
these days, but he was not sorry. He 
could now prepare for the outbreak ; 
he could listen to the suggestions of 
his cruel wife. He made clear his 
plans to her, and with her prepared 
a campaign invaluable to the riotous 
revolutionists of France. For, with all 
his love of loneliness, Gabelle had an 
influence in the little village, and in 
the hope that he might figure prom- 
inently in the coming trouble he had 
instilled into the poorer and rougher 
classes of the little town his spirit of 
rebellion and bitter revenge. 

A memorable night for the rude in- 
habitants of the tranquil village was 
the eve of the thirteenth of July. 
There was little sleep for these other- 
wise unprofitable disciples of Gabelle, 



and behind the screen of concealing 
shutters, through which the miserable 
candle cast its gloomy rays, mutinous 
conversations were prolonged into the 
morning hours. 

The next day, as history also re- 
minds us, the outbreak came. Even 
the weather seemed to assume a thor- 
oughly becoming aspect. Hot, sultry, 
there was a certain uneasiness in the 
very air of France, ill-fated France, 
that day. Not the slightest breath of 
wind disturbed the sweltering atmos- 
phere, so that Nature left the revol- 
utionists without a single obstacle to 
perform their deadly work. 

Along the dusty highway towards 
the city swarmed the howling mob, 
with weapons clenched in their hard- 
ened fists and determination written 
upon their faces. On they rushed, 
bawling out their cries of "Vive la 
Republique" and "Abas la Bastille." 
They were joined from time to time by 
other rioters whose presence added 
greatly to their volume and strength. 

The Bastille of Paris was one of the 
most antiquated and incommodious of 
all the prisons in France. It consisted 
of several low, flat structures covering 
so much space that it trenched ser- 
iously upon the dismal yard which lay 
behind the great high walls. These 
walls were brick, of a dull red color 
and formidable enough in their as- 
pect. They cut off from the view al- 
most the whole prison. There was 
but one exception ; — a talj tower, 
tapering from the bottom, rose de- 
fyingly out of the silent depths of 



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the old Bastille. Narrow, railed plat- 
forms encircled this edifice a short 
distance from each other. The sep- 
arate floors of the tower were con- 
nected by an inner stair as well 
as the winding steps which pro- 
vided access to the top by means of 
the outside. There was yet another 
guard against outbreak or attack, and 
this was a deep wide moat which com- 
pletely surrounded the prison a few 
yards from its exterior walls. The on- 
ly means of entrance to the place, then, 
consisted of a rough draw-bridge 
which spanned the depths of the inter- 
vening moat. This was drawn high 
in the air at all^times: it was lowered 
but seldom to afford means of cross- 
ing for incoming or departing prison- 
ers. Without its being dropped it 
was a feat next to impossible to enter 
the Bastille of Paris. 

The prison was reached by noon 
and hostilities began. All through the 
long sultry afternoon the conflict 
raged. Shot from the mob poured 
steadily into the tower and prison 
yard below. The guards, urged on by 
the commands of De Launey,the war- 
den, exposed themselves bravely in 
an effort to hold the prison but suffer- 
ed seriously from the unarmed men be- 
yond the moat. At five o'clock, 
though, De Launey saw the futility 
of further resistance and raised the 
white flag of defeat. Truce signals 
were exchanged and the draw-bridge 
lowered. The mob surged madly across 
and crowded the little strip of ground 
between the prison wall and moat. 



Eager clamorings went up from the 
rioters who demanded entrance to 
the Bastille by their cries — and here 
De Launey saw his mistake. He now 
knew that their intent was "blood", 
and feared to open the bolted gate. 
They clamored the more,^ — the war- 
den became the more firm. Thus stood 
the crisis of the thirteenth of July for 
several minutes — minutes of suspense 
and terror for the inmates of the pri- 
son, of consultation and planning for 
the crowd outside. 

The climax came abruptly. A great 
shout went up. A man, one of the 
revolutionists, was scaling the walls 
of the prison. And with the cry, 
"Gabelle," "Avec Gabelle", every re- 
publican who had a weapon pushed 
forward. The guards inside stood 
terrified, as they understood well the 
result of a hand-to-hand contest with 
the infuriated mass. They determined 
to stand, however, till the last man, 
and a new kind of battle began. But 
in spite of their grim determination 
and united efforts. Monsieur Gabelle, 
by means of his long thick sword, 
v/as destroying them with terrible in- 
difference. There were now but two 
of them left. He would slay them in a 
moment. 

Just at this juncture, when the work 
of the mob was on the point of com- 
pletion, a prisoner clad in the convict 
garb of the Bastille, leaping down the 
stairs from one of the platforms of the 
tower , diverted their attention. In 
his right hand, he held a short rusty 
sword, a wicked-looking instrument. 



THE REDWOOD. 



13 



and for an instant, the great crowd, 
that unrelenting sea of wickedness, 
that seething mass of humanity with 
their hoarse cries of revenge and un- 
restrained cruelty, grew silent and 
fell back. From their distance they 
viewed for a few short moments the 
stranger thus inopportunely interupt- 
ing their day of success. The first 
impression was that in the newcomer, 
they, or at least, Gabelle had to en- 
counter a terrible antagonist. The 
guards that were left would infallibly 
fall before the sword of the skillful 
duellist, but what of the stranger? 
They were soon to know the answer. 

As he reached the bottom he waved 
the ugly weapon madly over his head 
and shouted some indistinct guttural 
sounds with all the unnaturalness of 
insanity. His eyes bulged noticeably 
from their sockets, and his long gray 
hair hung in a confused mass over 
his flushed red face. The crowd, 
which had been enjoying the interest- 
ing spectacle of Gabelle slaying the 
guards, now trembled at closer sight 
of the horrible maniac. Gabelle hesi- 
tated for a moment, then took his 
stand, and with his sword ready, wait- 
ed for his opponent. He had just ad- 
justed the shield when his antagonist 
rushed upon him. If strength were 
to decide the contest then the prisoner 
would certainly be the victor, for he 
was superhuman in his frightful con- 
dition. A well-aimed and skillful 
blow might end the battle. The pris- 
oner missed, and as he flew past, Ga- 
belle thrust at him but a second too 



late. Amidst the cries of the mob to 
keep his nerve Gabelle cooly waited a 
second attack. His opponent made a 
treacherous cat-like spring, thrusting 
as he jumped. Gabelle stepped quick- 
ly back, and as the prisoner fell heav- 
ily to the ground he pierced him 
through the side. 

With a hoarse cry of triumph the 
mob surged to the spot and lifted their 
their leader upon exultant backs. The 
guards that remained had taken ad- 
vantage of the momentary excitement 
to escape and the prison was now in 
the hands of the revolutionists. Hav- 
ing freed all the prisoners they pro- 
ceeded, more quietly, to plunder the 
old fortress. 

The stairways were soon crowded 
with them ; little parties, owing to the 
greater familiarity which some bore 
others, were thus informally or- 
ganized, and the work of minor pillage 
began. In each cell (for they were all 
inspected), was found some article or 
inscription of interest, and, in not a few, 
diaries which the prisoners had kept 
secreted in some obscure crevice of 
the walls or cell. In the course of 
their inspection, however, Gabelle's 
party reached one cell which was in 
an awful condition. The door hung 
widely open, the cot was overturned, 
and a large hole was in the mattress. A 
chair had been smashed to splinters, 
and a table whereon must have laid 
the scissors, needle, thread and prison 
cloth now scattered about the floor, 
had suffered a similar fate. 



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THE REDWOOD. 



Of course they were not slow in 
perceiving that this cell had been the 
home of the maniac. Gabelle, some- 
what curious to know something of 
his victim, searched the cell most 
thoroughly. Nothing beyond the or- 
dinary scant articles of the prison cell 
at first, revealed itself. But Monsieur 
Gabelle was not content. He exam- 
ined the walls, — not a crack or crevice 
in all four sides. Then looking care- 
fully around for several seconds, he 
suddenly started, — then stooped and 
picked up a small scrap of thin brown 
paper upon which there was the faint 
scribbling of a trembling hand. He 
lifted it up and read aloud : "It is my 
only chance. They have been fighting 
now for hours. If the mob wins, this 
twenty years of hell, then, Pompadour 
and all your fiendish slaves, shall be 
at an end. I am almost crazy now, 
and if the guards win I shall certainly 
lose ." Gabelle stopped ab- 
ruptly as the writing ended thus and 
slowly supplied the words, "my mind." 
At this very juncture, the prisoner 
faithful to his diary, had gone insane. 

Instead of satisfying him this little 
note only whetted his curiosity. He 
continued his search for writing and 



after hunting assiduously for several 
minutes, the idea of the chimney sud- 
denly presented itself. Stepping across 
the cell, he examined it closely. In a 
moment he discovered that he could 
insert his hand through the narrow 
bars that enclosed the opening to the 
roof. He thrust his hand between 
them. His face, the evil face of Mon- 
sieur Gabelle, lighted up as he with- 
drew it and held out tightly a packet 
of papers bound by a string. He 
brought them to the light of the little 
square window, and drawing the diary 
close to his face began to read. But 
the voice of the cruel Gabelle choked 
on the very first word. His ruddy 
cheeks turned ashen white and the 
courageous rioter fell forward in a 
swoon. 

The event had been so strange that 
the other members of his party stood 
dazed. No one uttered a sound nor 
changed his position for a brief few 
seconds. Finally one of them ner- 
vously lifted the papers from the floor 
and read the cause of Monsieur's dis- 
may. But two words, carefully writ- 
ten on the outside of the diary, re- 
vealed the maniac: "Leon Gabelle." 



THE REDWOOD. 



IS 



GREATER LOVE THAN THIS—" 



RODNEY A. YOELL 



It was cold, so cold that the police- 
man on the beat huddled himself up 
to the box-stove in Heggarty's, and in 
company with several maudlin indi- 
viduals, told stories that at best were 
left unmentioned. 

He dared not go further than the 
door, which he approached on several 
occasions and opened, only to be 
driven back by the drizzle and biting 
cold wind which shook the murky 
window panes and howled wierdly 
through the telegraph wires. 

Now and then a cab could be heard 
rattling over the cobblestones, and 
once in a great while some deep- 
throated whistle warned boats on the 
bay that this was the night of all 
nights for a collision. 

But the bloated reprejsentative of 
law and order cared neither for the 
rain, or wind, or boats on the bay, 
for with plenty of whisky and such 
genial companions his time of duty 
would pass rapidly, and therefore 
laughter waxed louder and jests 
coarser. 

The building in which Heggarty 
had his establishment was a story-and 
a-half affair, and from the dingy 
warped window of the room enclosed 
therein, a sign swung creakingly in 
the wind. Had there been light 
sufficient for the purpose, you could 
have read inscribed in faded gold let- 



tess the words Dr. P. B. Haverhill, 
Physician & Surgeon. 

And while in the room below Offi- 
cer Swane laughed and joked uproar- 
iously, Dr. Haverhill vainly tried to 
concentrate his mind on a worn copy 
of Turndoffsho's Surgical Pathology. 
But the thin, cheap boards of the 
flooring ill prevented the sounds of 
revelry from below entering his room, 
and therefore tlie Doctor studied in 
vain. Finally, unable to withstand 
the bedlam any longer, he closed the 
book, and laying his head on his arms 
flung himself on a miserable pallet 
and mused on the brevity of life. 

The Doctor was a young man and 
out of college some two years. In 
those two years he had lived a life of 
constant deterioration. Futily endeav- 
oring to uphold the ethics of his pro- 
fession he had rejected those precar- 
ious cases of malpractice which are so 
frequently offered to young physi- 
cians, and in spite of all his pressing 
financial needs, he remained firm, and 
so sank lower and lower until we find 
him flung hopelessly on his pallet, a 
man open to temptation and blasted 
in hope even at the dawn of his career. 

While the Doctor was musing the 
babble below ceased suddenly ; a voice 
could be heard talking in tones of in- 
tense excitement, to be followed pres- 
ently by a rush of feet up the stairs 



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THE REDWOOD. 



to the office and a pounding" on the 
physician's door. 

"Doctor, O Doctor, for God's sake 
open quick." 

Springing to his feet Dr. Haverhill 
rushed to his door, unbolted it, and 
admitted the officer, Heggarty, and a 
scared youth who continued his bawl- 
ing: 

"Come quickly — Mrs. Lathrop, she's 
dying, sir. Come quickly — 238 Weber 
street." 

The Doctor having" flung on his 
frayed and shabby overcoat, seized his 
satchel and rushed down the stairs, 
followed by the group. Across Gar- 
field Square they fled, passed the 
granite sides of the Hall of Records, 
through two blocks of Chinatown, 
and at last up Weber street to 238, 
where a creaking flight of stairs led to 
a dark, gas-lighted hall, at the end of 
which clustered a scared group of 
women. 

The Doctor took in the situation at 
a glance, saw what he had expected 
and hastily inspecting the group of 
women, singled out the most capable 
looking, and ordered : 

"All the warm water and towe)ls 
you can bring me. You (indicating a 
second), come with me. They were 
fools to wait so long." 

Plunging into the room he banged 
the door behind him and commenced 
the struggle which was to endure for 
hours. All that night he labored, and 
at last in the early quiet of the morn- 
ing a plaintive, pathetic little wail 
went up, and even as the rising sun 



streaked pink the eastern sky, a new 
life was added to the world. Per- 
chance that plaintive utterance was 
the first protest of the newly born. 

The Doctor left while still the street 
lamps burned, tired in body, tired in 
mind. Thus amid dingy, sordid sur- 
rovmdings was Margaret born. 

Let me now draw a veil before the 
reader's eyes. Two years will have 
elapsed ere it will be cast aside and 
in two years many things may have 
transpired. Lives may have been 
lived, deaths may have been died, and 
in the life-stream of one of our char- 
acters a change has taken place in 
which the handiwork of God is at its 
greatest. 

Ascend with me, dear reader, a 
flight of rickety, creaky stairs and en- 
ter a hall which does not seem unfa- 
miliar. It is gas-lit, dim and murky, 
and if you tap a bell hung for that 
purpose, a woman will appear who is 
the landlady, and about her clings an 
air of familiarity even as about the 
hallway. Upon close scrutiny and if 
you vv^ere observant the first time, you 
will now recognize her as the woman 
whom Dr. Haverhill signaled out 
from the clustered group in the same 
hallway at the opening of our story. 

This is Mrs. Murdock, proprietress 
of the rooming-house conducted at 
238 Weber Street. She is a large 
woman, tall and broad, rather dis- 
heveled and somewhat untidy. Her 
mouth is puckered in a perpetual 
smile, owing to a peculiar burn. Her 
eyes are large and heavily-lidded; 



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17 



they would have been good-looking 
had she been younger. Her voice is 
husky with asthma and her throat is 
extremely wrinkled. Yet in spite of 
this she is attractive, not from the 
view-point of physical charms, but 
from a subtle intangible spirit of 
camaraderie which emanates from her. 
Withal she is jovial, sensible, and pos- 
sesses a peculiar faculty not often 
found in her sex, that of minding her 
own business. Therefore it is not sur- 
prising that her lodging-house was 
frequented by those individuals who 
admire the above-named quality, and 
at the same time find it necessary in 
their business. Owing to this, more- 
over, the police kept vigilant eyes on 
her establishment and not unfrequent- 
ly was a lodger hastily transferred 
from there to prison. 

Among the lodgers whom we find 
now abiding at her domicile is a per- 
son of some interest, and he is con- 
versing with the landlady in the hall- 
way. He is tall, well-formed and 
more than ordinarily good looking. 
His hair is dark and curly, while a 
neatly trimmed moustache covers his 
upper lip. His eyes are black, with 
wonderfully long lashes, from be- 
neath which there beams forth a 
glance that is kindness itself. Yet 
there is nothing jovial or attractive 
about the man ; on the contrary he is 
repulsive, and, as if he realized this, 
he was unobtrusive. 

A third made up the little group, 
but this person was as unlike the 
other two as possible. Imagine a 



jewel in a miserable setting, a flower 
surrounded by weeds, a star endeav- 
oring to twinkle through dark and 
murky clouds. Such was the position 
of this being. She was not grown 
up ; on the contrary, she was a little 
child. About her head hung a mass 
of hair of a peculiar reddish tinge, not 
auburn, not blonde, but of the tint of 
gold in the melting pot. Her eyes 
were large, deep, and in the iris nature 
had placed a blue like unto the sea, the 
sky, or distant mountains in the haze 
of summer. The mouth had lips of 
perfect contour and flushing color, 
while about them lurked ineffable ten- 
derness. 

This was Margaret, the baby born 
at the opening of our story. Her 
mother, after a year of fruitless en- 
deavor, had given up the struggle of 
life with all its adversities, and had 
been carried down the stairs in a long 
wooden box, to where, at the side- 
walk, amidst a gaping curious throng, 
the public hearse awaited her. 

While this scene was being enacted 
little Margaret had taken her first few 
baby steps and toddled about the now 
vacant room, and below, over the 
cobblestones, rattled the hearse bear- 
ing her mother away — forever. 

Then came a charity worker, a prim 
stiff young lady in a clean starched 
shirt-waist with a volume of sanita- 
tion under her arm. She met Mrs. 
Murdock at the head of the stairs. 
Naturally repellant to each other the 
two women's conversation was brief, 
but in the end the settlement worker 



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went her way, and Margaret escaped 
the cold mechanical charity of an or- 
phanage and remained in the tene- 
ment protected by the ample arms of 
Mrs. Murdock. 

Like a ray of sunlight was she to 
them all. Mrs. Murdock brushed up 
her clothes and she came to look most 
neat. Ellis, the tall, sinister boarder, 
ceased his swearing, while Shultz, a 
little German clockmaker, who room- 
ed there, forgot to get drunk and be- 
came quite industrious, making for 
her odd and comical mechanical toys. 

But above them all, these three 
boon companions, did Margaret love 
Ellis. Whenever he would come in, 
the patter of her tiny feet down the 
hall as she went to meet him, would 
be heard, while in laughing, gurgling, 
baby accents she would beg to "wide 
piggy back" — "wide piggy back, for 
little Marga." 

No wonder that he loved her, this 
tiny strange little creature whom he 
held in vast awe. Oftentimes he 
would take her diminutive hand in his 
and match its size, softness and pink 
color with his long, dark, tapering 
palm. Then again, he would play 
horse, and she upon his back babbled 
commands which kept him on his 
hands and knees almost for hours. 

But Sunday was the day of all. O 
what a delight there was in the comic 
sheet ! The funny doings, the odd 
pranks — all had to be explained to her, 
while in the magazine supplement one 
could read such wonderful tales. 

Thus into the hearts of them all 



she crept and about the fibres of one 
she became linked, even as close as 
life itself. To Ellis she was as the 
breath to his lungs. Waking, sleep- 
ing — ever and always, was she con- 
stantly before him, yet he despised 
himself because his love for her 
was marred by the dual existence he 
lived. 

When the evening mists descended 
and the city slept from its day of toil, 
he would slink out into the streets 
and fight a battle against society 
towards which he acted as a preda- 
tory beast. Often in the early cool 
hours of the morning he would sulk 
wearily to his room before the sun 
was fully up, and there, with furtive 
glance about, and after locking his 
door, would deposit his booty in a hole 
concealed in the floor. 

There was a satchel that he was 
very jealous of and took extreme 
pains not to let fall into any other 
hands for fear that prying eyes should 
spy the long steel levers, drills, and 
bits. 

But one night, or rather morning, 
he did not return as usual ; and Mrs. 
Murdock knew without glancing at 
the paper that he was apprehended. 
Weeks passed and still he did not re- 
turn, until she had about given up 
hope and was on the point of renting 
his room. But at this juncture he re- 
appeared, and his first question was — 
Margaret? 

He looked — the expression in the 
eyes of Mrs. Murdock boded some- 
thing. 



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"What — what is it?" he stammered. 
"Not gone?" 

"No," she replied, "but sick, Jim — 
very sick. You couldn't have come at 
a better time." 

"Where is she? I must see her now 
— at once." 

Slowly they tiptoed down the hall- 
way together and entered a room, 
dark and fetid, — smelling of steam 
and laundry soap. On a couch placed 
in the corner a little figure lay. The 
breath was heavily drawn and 
wheezed ; the cheeks, deadly pale 
save for a hectic burning, the mouth 
was contracted with pain, while the 
lips were blue. 

A little hand stole querulously out 
from underneath the coverlet and 
flitted across the burning forehead. 
The nails that had been as pink as any 
coral were now darkened and the wrists 
were wasted to the bone. But Oh, the 
eyes — those deep and wondrous eyes ! 
Deeper in blue than ever, softer in 
light than that of summer sunset, of 
a purer white than any alabaster; the 
lids tremble over them, descend, shut 
them out, then slowly rise and show 
forth their beauty again. 

Around the bed three or four wom- 
en clustered ; at the foot knelt a priest. 
He had been called by a Mrs. Calla- 
han, and remained, struck by the 
beauty of the child. 

Ellis went to the bed, bent over her 
and pressed a kiss on the forehead. 
The eyes opened, recognized him and 
a smile hovered about the lips that 
had been drawn in pain. 



"How long has she been like this?" 
he asked, his voice tense and an ex- 
pression on his face such as Mrs. 
Murdock had never seen there before 
or ever dreamed possible, so tender 
was the glance. 

"Since morning, and — and the doc- 
tor says it's no use for him to come 
again, as it's a case for a specialist. 
He ain't one, and good Lord, Jim, we 
haven't a cent to get one. Have you?" 

Sadly he shook his head. "No," he 
muttered, "I haven't a penny in God's 
world." Tears fell from his eyes as 
he walked out and to his room. But 
there he stepped upon a board and the 
squeak it gave forth pierced his heart 
like a cry. "Take it out ; take it out." 
The thought ran through his brain. 
But the weird surge of the wind 
around the chimney the roof and 
cornices made him shudder at a ter- 
ror that loomed black, gigantic, appall- 
ing before him. 

A tomb; dead, yet living; damned 
and in hell, yet pain-racked and sensi- 
tive to the life throb without the walls. 
A blackness, the cries of pain, groans, 
curses, imprecations, all, all these 
flooded his brain and the terror loom- 
ed greater, deadlier than before. But 
yet those eyes, that face, the look, as 
if God had exerted all His wondrous 
power to produce them, the touch of 
blue on the iris, bluer, clearer, purer 
than anything else in the world, — and 
yet they were clouded with pain. 

Aye, pain, — pain,— pain, a body 
only God could have made suffering, 
crying, enduring, because the sacrifice 



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of a few years of life and such a life 
was dear and hard to make. Oh God 
who made this little world of ours, 
how we suffer, and grope without the 
pale ! But you have died for us and at 
the last we shall understand. 

Within his hands he held her life, 
but then those eyes, so fair, so pure, 
might some day damn a man and 
laugh at the damning. 

Beneath that board upon which his 
eyes were fixed lay plate and jewels. 
Their sale meant money. But just so 
surely as it meant money, just so surely 
did it mean living death. Weinstein, 
that scavenger of the under world, 
would buy them. And on having 
bought them the police would buy 
him. The price upon a dead man's 
head, murdered for these very jewels, 
would be enough to buy any Jew, yes 
let me say, dear reader, any Jew, even 
though he were not an Israelite, and 
there are many such. Thirty pieces of 
silver was the price of One — some ask 
even less, though they have not the 
hate nor the malice. 

If Ellis sold these jewels it meant 
the life of Margaret, the death of him. 
The sleuth-hounds of the law could 
trace him even by his handkerchief, 
had they possessed one. With the 
sold jewels and Weinstein, the rope 
was even now about his neck. 

But ah, that love, those eyes, to grat- 
ify a wish of them he would brave hell 
itself, and rising he tore up the board, 
removed his loot — and did. 

The specialist did come, but all his 



skill and knowledge were useless in 
the attempt to save the life. He was 
a pompous man and well used to 
death, yet there was a tear upon his 
eyes and a quiver in his voice when 
he said with a sigh "You have waited 
too long." 

Ah, yes, indeed, they had waited 
too long. The little life was fast ebb- 
ing away, the bubble of existence was 
frail ; it burst, shattered into a thou- 
sand irridescent bits, and went out. 

Great gray walls rising in the cold 
morning mist, until the heavy clouds 
which hung low seemed almost to 
touch them. At the corners of the 
walls were towers, and in them were 
gvms commanded by men who were 
not afraid to shoot. 

Within those walls were many 
buildings containing many men, some 
paying to society the debt they owed, 
and some were paying who owed not. 
The toil and moil, the suffering and 
pain were apparent on every face, 
but here and there was a face upon 
which it was not to linger long. 

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a 
tooth, was the law, therefore a life for 
a life. With the rising of the sun that 
morn a man was taken from his cell, 
marched slowly past two rows of 
sullen fellow-prisoners, and led 
through a door out of which alive he 
was never to come. 

They placed a rope about his neck, 
a black cap upon his head ; a priest 
worked with nervous fingers and mur- 
mured soothing prayers. 



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21 



The trap was opened, closed again ; 
a doctor felt a twitching pulse, and 
sadly shook his head, and went away. 

They buried him in the prison ceme- 
tery, on a little hillside sloping in the 
sun. In the spring-time warm rains 
fall and flowers bloom over his head. 
And the wind comes and rustles the 
grasses, bowing and nodding the pop- 
pies' heads, while a bird soaring in its 
freedom carols the song of nature to 
the whole wide world. 

And many miles to the south where 
a giant city sprawls and mars the land- 
scape, spreading like a great sore 
over the shores of a beautiful bay, — 
just on the outskirts lies a cemetery, 
and in one corner is the potter's field. 



Old and tumbled wooden crosses 
mark the graves of some; others can 
only be distinguished by rolling 
mounds and thicker weeds, yet the 
same sky spreads over all ; the same 
rain falls and lays a tear upon the 
graves, and the same bird-notes carol 
to their Maker. 

In two separated graves they lie 
united by a common bond of love, and 
when the last day comes and they 
stand before the Judge of all, who can 
doubt their fate, for written on the 
brow of one is "Innocence," and to 
the other can the words be laid, 
"Greater love than this no man hath 
than that he should lay down his life 
for his friend"? 



O happy grapes to pour your life for sin ! 
O happy wheat what glory thou dost win ! 

O happy chalice-cup 

Thus to be holden up 
And feel the beating of His Heart within. 



22 THE REDWOOD. 



JAMIE 



Tlie green grass grows aboun thy grave, 

And thy dry hones lie below, 
Jamie ^ Jamie, wilt thou nae come hame 

Where I sit and sew ? 

It is nae hut ane long week, 

Not ane hut only ticae, 
TJiat you kissed me on this very cheek, 

And then went away. 

Jamie mind you not haw Charley cries? 

And honny Nan is weeping too. 
If you'll not come to us Jamie 

Then we must come to you. 

The heather's gone the snaw is come, 

And the hiting ivinds do hlow, 
And there they sat them down to weep, 

Where the hiting winds do hlow. 

Ane, at his head, twae at his feet. 

And she his hody heside. 
And when the cold sun came again 

She was her Jamie's hride. 

Paul Perkins. 



THE REDWOOD. 



23 



WHEN THE TRAIN FAILED 



F. BUCKLEY McGURRiN 



An important financial institution 
of Salt Lake maintains a branch bank 
in Tooele, a small smelter town situ- 
ated at the southern extremity of 
Tooele valley, distant forty miles from 
the metropolis of Utah. 

The chief reason for the establish- 
ment of the branch bank was the pat- 
ronage extended by the Great Inter- 
national Smelter of Tooele, the month- 
ly payroll of which amounted to 
sixty thousand dollars. 

As the night shift, comprising five 
hundred of the smelter hands, was re- 
leased at 9 o'clock on the morning of 
the last day of the month to receive 
their pay-checks, it had been the cus- 
tom of the Salt Lake bank to express 
the requisite amount of money to 
Tooele the previous night. 

On a certain eventful evening, — to 
be precise, the twenty-ninth of June — 
the money, through some error, re- 
mained unsent, and the morning of 
the thirtieth found it still in the vaults 
in Salt Lake. 

Soon after the opening of the vaults 
the error was discovered. The cash- 
ier, who was immediately notified, 
rushed to the president's private of- 
fice. One can easily imagine what 
might happen in circumstances such 
as these. The men live a wild life at 
best, and are accustomed to have their 
will in everything. Should they for a 



moment come to believe or suspect 
that they were being cheated out of 
their pay, violence of no uncertain 
kind would be their answer. There 
was besides the bank to consider. 
Plainly it would have to close its 
doors, and if that happened its credit 
would be lost forever. 

After a hurried consultation the 
cashier's son Harry was informed of 
the grave situation, and directed to 
prepare his fast semi-racer, a specially 
built E. M. F. and carry the money to 
Tooele. 

Obedient to orders, at nine o'clock 
he drew up at the massive bronze 
gates of the bank, and a few moments 
later he was off down the main thor- 
oughfare with an armed bank mes- 
senger and sixty thousand dollars as 
cargo. 

Through heavy traffic to the foot 
of the street progress was discourag- 
ingly slow, but as the racy little E. M. 
F. skidded around the curve into the 
Redwood road Harry "gave her the 
gun," and grinned at the startled mes- 
senger through a face generously 
smeared with grease, as were his 
hands, jersey, and trousers. Three 
minutes later, with the motor roaring 
like a gattling gun and 'hitting" like a 
clock, they met the Western Pacific 
tracks. 

As they rushed up the short incline 



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leading to the crossing the messenger 
devoutly, but hurriedly, muttered a 
prayer for a clear track, and apparent- 
ly his prayer was heard. 

According to the bank messenger, 
when they struck the rails all four 
wheels left the ground; moreover, 
they failed to touch it again for at 
least twenty-five feet. But one must 
make allowance, as far as the mes- 
senger is concerned, as this was his 
first ride, — at least of this sort. 

Often, as a fleeting squawk told of 
another chicken that had left the home 
roost forever, or a roadside irrigating 
ditch made a most noble effort, on 
the occasion of one of their broad 
skids, to claim at least an axle, he 
cast an appealing glance toward the 
cashier's son. 

All glances of this sort, or, in fact, 
of any sort, were lost upon Harry, 
however; for, peering through his 
dusty goggles, his face drawn tense, 
his teeth set, he had eyes for nothing 
but the road, and ears only for the 
hum and the roar of the motor. 

Only once, when the messenger's 
hat sailed away into the cloud of dust 
that hung on their rear, his appeal for 
a short stop was answered by a look 
of blank amazement, and an order to 
"pump up some compression, bone- 
head." 

As Granger, Lake Point, and Pleas- 
ant Green successively sprang into 
view and presented the usual village 
stores, with their groups of open- 
mouthed loungers, the messenger felt 
his fear gradually ebbing away; and 



almost before he was aware of the 
fact he had entered into the spirit of 
this race against time for the salva- 
tion of a bank. By the time the out- 
skirts of Garfield were entered, he 
v/as pumping up gasoline, "shooting" 
oil into the crank case, and watching 
the gauges with the air of an experi- 
enced mechanician. 

At Garfield, twenty miles out of 
Salt Lake, they were obliged to slow 
down by a flock of sheep in the road ; 
and the grimy driver took advantage 
of the momentary respite to glance at 
his watch. It was twenty-eight min- 
utes after nine— showing that they 
had traveled the twenty miles at an 
average of forty-two miles an hour, 
very fair time for the roads of Salt 
Lake county. 

Meanwhile the night shift at the 
smelter stood in a long line at the 
window of the superintendent. As 
each man received his check he shoul- 
dered his lunch-box and tools and 
tramped down to the train which stood 
panting at the platform, ready for the 
twenty-minute run from the smelter 
to Tooele. 

At forty minutes past nine a 
strange, racy-looking car flashed 
through the little town of Arthur, 
seven miles west of Garfield. As the 
steady bark of its exhaust died away 
up the road, the said residents re- 
marked : 

"You can't tell nawthin' 'bout what 
them artermobile fellers will be adoin' 
next" — these sentiments being deliv- 
ered amid sage shakes of the head. 



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25 



At last the long line of men at the 
smelter had dwindled down to one 
lone Servian. As he grasped his 
check in one grimy hand the locomo- 
tive emitted a farewell blast of her 
whistle, and with a clanking of brakes 
the short train moved off down the 
grade to the town. 

At a point about three miles from 
Tooele, the railroad crosses the main 
highway, and then, turning south, 
runs straight into the town. As the 
engineer whistled for this crossing, his 
heart seemed to leave the place for 
which it had primarily been designed, 
and strive mightily to enter his mouth. 
The cause of this sudden commotion 
was a sudden, sharp, crackling bark; 
and as the locomotive rolled over the 
crossing it grazed the rear spring of a 
dust-covered racing car. 

After a c^uickly indrawn breath, one 
of the occupants of the machine moist- 
ened his dry lips, and stole a glance 
at the youthful driver. Harry, on his 
part, was intently observing the 
progress of the train, and apparently 
computing the distance remaining to 
be covered. 

It is at this point that the grade 
which forms the southern slope of the 
valley becomes apparent, and Harry 
noticed with sinking heart the decreas- 
ing speed of the car. Although he 
used all the power available on both 
throttles, the train steadily gained on 
them. 

With still a mile and a half to go 
the locomotive was abreast, while at 
the "city" limits it held a lead of a 



hundred yards. Harry was fast giv- 
ing 'way under the strain and disap- 
pointment, and as the men on the 
platform of the last car waved a 
laughing farewell to him, the world 
seemed black indeed. 

By this time they were well inside 
the town, and as they turned into a 
street which runs close by the side of 
the railroad track they were caught in 
a tangle of horses, wagons, buggies 
and pedestrians. Harry's face was 
covered with perspiration. As he 
shifted from high to intermediate, he 
actually sobbed aloud. 

Pushing his way through the crowd 
with all possible speed, he ultimately 
reached its outskirts, and "stepping" 
on the foot throttle he set his teeth 
and changed rapidly back to high 
speed. 

The grade at this point is so slight 
as to be almost imperceptible, and 
Harry began to regain courage as the 
plucky little motor began to "pick up" 
again. As they gathered headway, 
he threw caution to the winds, and 
raced along the narrow road, between 
the railroad track and an irrigating 
ditch, at reckless speed. He perceived 
the lead of the train diminishing, and 
hope straggled back into his heart. 
He "opened her up" a few notches 
more. Around buggies on two wheels, 
skidding, almost, into thelegraph poles 
he went, and by the time the last turn 
was reached was again even with the 
first car. 

Here was a predicament. The road, 
which turned sharply at this point, 



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was not more than eight feet wide ; 
and, as the raih-oad track turned also, 
the train formed a menacing, moving 
wall on the side on which the skidding 
would occur. On the other hand, a 
telegraph pole stood on the inner side 
of the curve, while immediately back 
of it lay the ditch. Toward the curve 
they rushed with unabated speed. The 
messenger, white as a ghost and thor- 
oughly frightened, cried : 

"For God's sake, boy, slow down!" 

The only answer he received was a 
savage snarl from the driver. 

They reached the curve. Timing 
the move to a nicety, Harry whirled 
the wheel over, missing the pole by a 
fraction of an inch. Then there was a 
sickening skid; a sullen, grinding jar; 
and as the rear springs struck the side 
of the rapidly moving train the car 
was turned almost completely around, 
and nearly upset. As if nothing had 
occurred, Harry again "shifted," and 
reversing the "helm" went rocking off 
down the road on two wheels. 

They now gained rapidly on the 
train, and when three blocks from the 
bank they began to draw away from 
the locomotive. The messenger, peer- 
ing ahead, made out the form of the 
bank cashier, hatless and coatless, 
standing at the side of the road. At 



sight of the racer, the cashier emitted 
a joyful whoop, and indulged in antics 
that resembled an Indian war dance. 
Before the car had drawn up at the 
edge of the walk (Tooele being as yet 
curbless), the cashier rushed toward 
him, and seizing a bundle of currency 
in each hand disappeared into the 
bank. 

The messenger immediately fol- 
lowed his example. Once inside, the 
two men exchanged hurried congratu- 
lations, and began a count of the 
money as the engine's bell signaled 
the approach of the checks. 

Suddenly the messenger bethought 
himself of the youthful driver who 
had accomplished the thr*illing feat. 
On issuing forth, he found that Harry 
had lifted one side of the hood and 
was delving into those mysterious 
regions the tyro knows only as "in- 
nards." The messenger slapped the 
bent back and remarked in glowing 
terms on the boy's cleverness and dar- 
ing. 

"Why, Harry", he cried enthusi- 
astically, "you'll be a hero, my boy!" 

A muffled voice issued from 'way 
down in the depths, and in tones of 
sarcasm, exclaimed: 

"Hero, nothin' ! I pretty near bust- 
ed the magneto coupling!" 



THE REDWOOD. 



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EDITORIAL 



The cloak of night 
The New ^^^ closed around the 

University ^^^^^^ ^^^^ ^-^^^ ^„ 

their sacred memories, and the initial 
year of the new university has 
dawned with all that vigor and enthu- 
siasm which has always characterized 
Santa Clara. Among the faculty are 
seen many new faces, and with the 
large increase in the pedagogical staff 



there has been also a simultaneous 
augmentation of the university's cur- 
riculum. A various selection of well 
chosen courses stands open to the stu- 
dent, and it has been the endeavor of 
those in charge to give an excellent 
drill in each subject rather than an 
immense selection of inferior courses. 
So the prospects for the year look 
exceedingly bright, and The Redwood 



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THE REDWOOD. 



predicts that the year shall be a ban- 
ner one in the annals of Santa Clara. 
It has been said that a good start sig- 
nifies a successful future, and we are 
sure that our new university will 
prove no exception to the rule. 

To Fr. Morrissey, our beloved 
President, and to the whole faculty, 
The Redwood extends her deep and 
heartfelt good wishes for the prosper- 
ity and triumph of the new Santa 
Clara. We are bound up in your suc- 
cess, heart and soul. May the 
achievements of the past be dimmed 
only by the attainments that are to 
come. 



A Word About Under the able di- 
^ ,, . rectorship of rr. C 

Our Magazine a ^ 1 1 c t ^^ 

" A. Buckley, S. J., an 

entirely new staff will undertake the 
management and production of The 
Redwood for the ensuing year, and it 
is not without a deep feeling of re- 
sponsibility that those duties have 
been assumed. In the past The Red- 
wood has maintained an exceptionally 
high standard of literary worth, hav- 
ing been chosen for three consecutive 
years among the ten best college 
magazines in the country. This year 
we are striving to retain that stand- 
ard which was formerly enjoyed, and 
we earnestly solicit the hearty co-op- 
eration and united effort of the stu- 
dent body to assist us in our work. 

The Redwood is a college institu- 
tion just as much as track or football, 



and like them, it also depends upon 
the students for its life and vitality. 
We are looking forward to contribu- 
tions from everyone who ever "plied 
the quill," or who ever had an inspira- 
tion so to do. Literary material is 
developed as the athlete, and often- 
times just as the "Jim Thorpe" or 
"Tim McGrath" is discovered, so also 
buried within the walls of our institu- 
tion the "mute inglorious Milton" 
may lie. So get the spirit; don't 
shirk, but put the energy behind your 
pen and contribute. 



Among the many 
Au Revoir changes in the fac- 

ulty this semester we 
deeply regret the loss of Fr. Morton, 
Fr. Rossetti, Mr. Lonergan and Mr. 
Budde. In them The Redwood and 
the Student Body have lost four 
staunch friends, who were ever 
working for their success and better- 
ment. Fr. Morton is doing his third 
year of probation at Poughkeepsie, 
Fr. Rossetti is now holding sway over 
the docile aspirants for the classic 
tongues at St. Ignatius University in 
San Francisco, while Mr. Lonergan 
and Mr. Budde have departed for 
Gonzaga College, Spokane, to delve 
into the depths of St. Thomas and 
Aristotle. 

To you all The Redwood tenders 
the expression of her regard, and 
wishes you success and keen enjoy- 
ment of your new duties. 



THE REDWOOD. 



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The Late 
Jas. R. Kelly 



The recent passing 
of James R. Kelly of 
San Francisco has 
brought from all parts of the country 
a flood of sympathetic messages to the 
relatives of the deceased and the 
highest tributes to the character of 
that prominent Catholic leader, whose 
life was an inspiration to all his fel- 
low citizens. Mr. Kelly was born in 
Ireland in 1827, and came to San 
Francisco in the year 1855. Although 
prepared for the bar, he never follow- 
ed his profession, and was occupied 
here from the beginning chiefly as a 
financier. 

In 1890 he gave up his mercantile 
enterprises to accept the presidency 
of the Hibernia Bank. He was also a 
pioneer member of the Chamber of 
Commerce. Says the Monitor, (S. F.) : 

"Deep religious devotion character- 
ized Mr. Kelly's whole life. Nor was 
there any grain of superficiality in his 
devotion. His tall, impressive figure 
might be seen at St. Ignatius at any 
hour, assisting at Mass, going to con- 
fession, kneeling at vespers, or even if 
one merely dropped in in passing." 

Mr. Kelly was fitly characterized 
the "lay apostle." He had been Pre- 
fect of The Gentlemen's Sodality of 
Saint Ignatius Church almost since its 
organization by Father Bouchard. 
His life was ever a high aspiration 
and ennobling influence to all with 
whom he came in contact. His happy 
death was a fit closing to a life so sin- 
cere and devotional. 



The Austra- 
lian Ruggers 



The University of 
Santa Clara was but 
lately the proud host 
of the pick of Australia's brawniest 
rugby men. The account of our wel- 
come to them and the game itself are 
recorded in other departments of this 
magazine, yet the gentlemanly, 
sportsmanlike demeanor of our brother 
rugbyites seems deserving of some 
special comment. Australia has long 
been famed for her athletes, not alone 
for their brawn and prowess, but also 
for that high standard of good, clean- 
cut games and sportsman-like fairness 
with which she treats all comers. The 
Waratahs proved no exception to the 
rule. Santa Clara found them in every 
respect true men and true athletes. 
Men of this calibre, who are genuine 
sportsmen in every sense of the word, 
are men after Santa Clara's own heart, 
and it is our sincere wish that the 
rugby of California will profit by 
those high-standard, technical, sports- 
manlike fighting games which will be 
accorded them by their brothers from 
the antipodes. 



The Late Rev. During the past 
Matthew forty years in which 

Russell, S. J. he edited the Irish 
Monthly (Dublin), Fr. Russell proved 
himself one of the big forces in pres- 
ent-day literature. From his pen came 
alike, the sweet song, the dispassion- 
ate criticism and the scholarly essay. 
Through the medium of his paper, it 
was he who introduced to the world 



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such bright stars in the literary firma- 
ment as Sir Wm. Butler, Rosa Mul- 
hoUand, W. B. Yeates and many 
others. 

It was with almost prophetic fore- 
sight that the last volume from his 
pen, was styled "A Soggarth's Last 
Verses." But probably the most mem- 
orable of all his lines are those which 
the immortal Gladstone uttered on his 
deathbed : 

"My dying hour how near art thou? 
Or near or far, my head I bow 

Before God's ordinance supreme: 

But Ah, how priceless then will seem 
Each moment rashly squandered 
now !" 

In the loss of Fr. Russell The Red- 
wood feels a personal bereavement, 
for it was our extreme good fortune to 
have been his good friend, and several 
times the recipients of favorable com- 
ment from his pen. No later than 
the June number of this year he said : 

"We have sometimes spoken of The 
Redwood as in form the stateliest of all 
the college magazines that we are 
acquainted with. It cannot now be 
too stately in form, for it represents 
the Catholic University of the Wset. 
Santa Clara College has just become 
Santa Clara University . . and is 
sure to do splendid work in that beau- 
tiful portion of the great Republic." 

Fr. Russell, born in 1834, was a 
brother of the late Lord Russell of 
Killowen, Lord Chief Justice of Eng- 
land, the first Catholic to hold that 



high seat of honor since the Reforma- 
tion. 

In the seventy-eight years in which 
he bridged this "span of life," Fr. Rus- 
sell was an inspiration and encourage- 
ment to all who crossed his path. 
Though gone, his holy writings shall 
live. As for us, we shall always cher- 
ish his fond memory. We part with 
a tribute of love and sorrow. May he 
rest in peace. 

A PRIZE of ten dollars for the best 
essay, poem or short story contributed 
to The Redwood during the session 
1912-1913, is offered by The Redwood. 
The purpose of this offer is plainly to 
encourage contributors to new ef- 
fort. The high standard set in the 
past, the repeated acknowledgments 
of other college journals that we have 
not failed to live up to the high stand- 
ard, the desire we have to 
leave The Redwood in un- 
diminished excellence to our suc- 
cessors, weigh more with us than any 
other motive. But now that the offer 
has been made we think that it adds 
a spur that will urge on contributors 
who might otherwise lag. It provides, 
besides, an honor that will be appre- 
ciated by all. To have done the best 
work in a year's issue is something 
when all the work is well done. To be 
chosen out as having done the best 
work is a reward that every one may 
envy. We look for an increased num- 
ber of contributors in consequence of 
this offer. 



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31 




Old friends are true friends, the say- 
ing goes, and indeed the proverb is 
amply verified w^hen we sit down at 
our reading table and greet the friend- 
ly publications from other universi- 
ties and colleges. 

From the North, South, East and 
West they come, each bearing its por- 
tion of interest and jot of welcome, 
kindly criticism, and embodying the 
contemporaneous literary spirit of our 
American schools. 

Let him who thinks and idly bab- 
bles, that our student publications are 
becoming sadly decadent but cast his 
eyes upon the average exchange list, 
and he will rapidly change his views. 



The University Amongst the maga- 
of Virginia zines visiting us the 

Magazine University of Vir- 

ginia's takes high rank. Always con- 
taining good verse and interesting 
stories it is ever welcome, and the 
May-June issue is no exception to the 
rule. A Psychological Miracle is a 
clever story and well handled, but we 
think a longer and more rounded sen- 
tence would have added materially to 



the reading smoothness of the tale. 
The Irish dialect is not flagrant and 
runs naturally, for which the author 
is to be congratulated. 

In the way of verse "La Fontaine" 
is particularly dainty, and is worth 
reproducing We reprint it below. 
"Bacon's Prudential Philosophy" is 
a well written essay, but we are sorry 
that we cannot agree with the author's 
conclusions. 



"Notre Dame 
Scholastic" 



For a weekly, the 
"Notre Dame Schol- 
astic" is meaty and 
carries some good articles. In the 
Oct. 5th issue, "George Elliot as a 
Realist," was well worth reading, and 
shows the author to be a keen and 
sincere critic of the novel. The verse 
of the publication is not, however, 
overly commendable. 



The Yale 
Lit 



The Yale Literary 
Magazine has always 
impressed us as being 
peculiarly well edited, yet in the May 
number we have a slight fault to find. 
It may be that we are over critical, 



32 



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nevertheless it see'ms peculiar to have 
in one issue several short stories, the 
subjects of which are essentially for- 
eign. Yet "Thekla," a short story 
with a Turgeniev atmosphere, holds 
one well to the end; the climax 
could have been more smoothly 
built up. 

The essay on "Arthur Symons" is 
exceptionally good and treats a diffi- 
cult and somewhat obscure subject in 
an analytical and keenly perceptive 
manner. A few more expositions like 
this, and the position of the deca- 
dents might be altogether untenable. 

The verse in the issue is good ; we 
think "The Homecoming of Sir Wal- 
ter Raleigh" the best, as it rings most 
true. 



From the North comes the Gonza- 
ga, and within its neat and dainty 
cover we find several good bits of 
verse and a well written essay. In- 
deed in this prosaic age, an article on 
the "Value of Poetry" is not only 
timely but sadly neded. 

The Taming of a Fresh- 
man was also good, but 
it smacked somewhat of 
the popular "College Hero" type of 
story that is now flooding the period- 
icals, and, to say the least, has become 
sadly trite and timeworn. 

In "How History is Written" we 
have an excellent expose or rather an 
excellent tearing to pieces of the wide- 
ly circulated Ridpath's History. The 
author has proven the work to be 



The 
Gonzaga 



faulty and untruthful in places where 
a very little research would have 
mended matters ; and in so doing he 
has done a good work for both stu- 
dents and Catholics. The verse is not 
up to the usual standard with the ex- 
ception of "Miserere", a little four line 
description. 



The 
Chaparral 



The Stanford Chapar- 
ral comes to us, as full 
of wit and good sketches 
as the proverbial egg is of meat. How- 
ever, a little more serious literature 
would add balance to the paper. In 
Queenie the Queen, we have a sample 
of what a perverted sense of humor is. 
Such slangy and low phrases as 
"breezed into the form via four wheel- 
ers", — "Her social rep was ace high", 
—"When she left the sisters planted 
a farewell osculation on her phiz as 
she did the turkey-trot down the row 
in her hobble." — Why continue? Suf- 
fice it to say our stock of slang is 
large enough. 



The Young 
Eagle 



From a college bear' 
ing the same name 
as our university 
comes a sane, well edited sheet that is 
a pleasure to read. Very frequently 
it is the misfortune of the poor Re- 
viewer to be forced to read in maga- 
zines from young ladies' schools, ar- 
ticles that at best are termed gushy. 
This is not the case, however, in the 
"Young Eagle" of Saint Clara's Col- 



THE REDWOOD. 



33 



lege in Wisconsin. "The Development 
of the Drama in America" is a read- 
able essay, and shows a familiarity 
with the subject that is not often 
found. 

We would suggest however to our 
sisters that their poetry should be 
more catholic or universal. 

It is not customary for the Red- 
wood to review high-school publica- 
tions, yet "Tocsin" of our local "Prep 
School" commends itself. The bo )k 
is well gotten up, and fairly edited. 

At last we have reached the end of 
our reviews, and we beg to mention 
those magazines that we only ex- 
cluded through lack of space. 

"The Xaverian" from Saint Xavier's 
College, Calcutta, " The Villa Maria", 
"The Notre Dame Quarterly", "The 
Xavier Athenaeum" "The Aive Maria". 
"St Michael's Almanac", and "The 
Dial." 



Prisoners' 
Years 



Dealing with, as maj- 
or theme, the great sacri- 
fice of a man for Con- 
science' sake, and weaving a strong 
an interesting love-tale throughout 
the book, "Prisoners' Years", by I. 
Clarke is indeed a novel well worth 
reading. 

It is strongly written, and the char- 
acters each stand out in their own in- 
dividuality, leaving the impression 
that is only found in well written 
works. 

The conversation is natural and 



easy, not too much of it nor too little, 
but just the proper balance. 

By placing the later scenes in Italy 
and Egypt a newer note of interest is 
added, which is well backed up by 
clear and careful descriptions. In short, 
the book is well worth reading and 
we suggest for those who admire the 
semi-English type of novel, that they 
get the book and read it. 

It is neatly bound in red cloth and 
gold. Published by Benziger Bros. 
Price $1.35 net. 



„,, ,,. IS a pamphlet that 

Thy King- ... ■ u 

J r^ while common m charac- 

dom Come , . . , , 

ter IS uncommon in style. 

Many works are published with the in- 
tention of making converts, yet they 
frequently fall into a trite controver- 
sial style that offsets the end in- 
tended for them. 

This little pamphlet, however, 
avoids all these imperfections, and is 
admirably adapted to the winning 
over of new members to the fold. 

It has a good strong binding, and 
is printed in clear type on good paper. 

Published by the Ohio Apostolate, 
6914 Woodland Ave., SE., Cleveland, 
Ohio. 



The Red Peril, by William Stephens- 
Kress. 

The Ohio Apostolate has issued a 
valuable contribution to contemporan- 
eous anti-socialistic literature. The 
pamphlet though small is full of sense 



34 



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and sound argument. Those who are 
interested in the subject, who is not? 
will find the work very useful. 

The price is 10c, address 6914 Wood 
land Ave. SE. Cleveland, Ohio. 

The Pastor and Socialism (America 
Press) could not be better. We are 
not pastors, but we can appreciate the 
argument made so cogently that with 
the fight in favor of Socialism so wide- 
ly waged, strong and persistent action 
on the part of our pastors becomes 
everyday more necessary. We en- 
joyed every page of this clearly writ- 
ten pamphlet. 

R. A. YOELL. 



LA FONTAINE 

From University of Virginia 

Magazine 

Through cool, grey rocks upspringing 

I bubbled from below, 
To where grey lichens clinging 

Were mirrored in my flow; 
Here sunbeams never go, 
But pallid wild-flowers grow 

Beside my pebbled reaches. 
With fern and moss encumbered 

I stole across the glade, 
And in a pool I slumbered 

Within the mottled shade, 
Where lithe, brown creepers strayed, — 
And slender grasses swayed 

Beneath the stately beeches. 






THE REDWOOD. 



35 



* 



Imti^rBtlg Notes 



The Passing 
Staff 



To Rev. A. J. Que- 
vedo, S. J., and to the 
members of the 'Red- 
wood' staff under him, we tender these 
few sincere appreciative words as we 
assume those duties for which they 
have so zealously labored in the past, 
and so ably fulfilled. 

Some are no longer amongst us, — 
having entered the world — that stage 
on which we must play our passing 
parts ; — others are again occupying 
honored places on the staff. But tow- 
ard them all we feel a sense of grati- 
tude and wish them well wherever 
they be. 

In the successor to the director- 
ship, Rev. C. A. Buckley, S. J., we re- 
cognize the man of letters and the 
man of action too. Under his leader- 
ship we hope to continue the good 
work of our predecessors by starting 
off the new volume of the University's 
organ as they have closed the cover on 
the last historic page of old Santa 
Clara College, — brimful of spirit and 
enthusiasm ! 



Organiza 
tion 



The work of organiz- 
ing the various depart- 
ments, and of establish- 
ing the daily routine is entirely finished. 
On Oct. 1st. the President delivered 
his speech of welcome to the students. 



The atmosphere of the vast gathering 
was fraught with a presage of great 
events. The calm, clean-cut words of 
the speaker though dispassionately 
uttered were momentous indeed. It 
was as if he peered deep into the fu- 
ture and seeing great things held his 
peace and emotion. That his kind ex- 
hortation has been taken to heart is 
shown by the marked diligence and 
conduct of the classes as a whole. 



The New 
Lambs 



What a time old 
"Davy Jones" would 
have, if he had to ini- 
ate as many "landlubbers' into the mys- 
teries of his royal domain as we have 
students newly-come to grace the old 
familiar places. But brothers, fear 
not. The terrors of hazing are not 
for you. 'Br'er' Kennedy is no longer 
here with his alpha-beta-gamma' to 
terrorize you. 'Sinbad the Sailor' — that 
strong-armed gentleman, well-known 
to his fellows, will harm you not. 
'Juicy' is not here to frighten you' 
away, and 'Slick' will nevermore soil 
your clothes. 

But joking aside, we are overjoyed 
at the happy way you take to dear old 
'Santa'. The Faculty with their tra- 
ditional perseverance has made her 
more 'homelike' expressly for you. 



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You are the beneficiaries of all their 
toils, and, therefore, the advantages 
your 'Alma Mater' is able to give you 
now, are greater and better by far 
than those she could give to her erst- 
while sons. 

Then let us sow the seeds of en- 
deavor while the days are fertile that 
they may grow to life — mightly oaks 
of character. 



Rally 



In the good old 
yesterdays of the fore- 
fathers, when a man 
had to walk many a mile uphill and 
down dale weathering the roughest 
storms to attend a political campaign, 
he did so cheeringly, — for how his 
blood ran high at the strains of 
"Yankee Doodle" played round a bon- 
fire ! And he forgot his hardships in his 
hilarity when "Old Glory" unfurled 
"to the four winds of heaven," gave 
impetus to the speechmakers. 

We had such a rally Sept. 28th as 
would do honor to any by-gone cam- 
paigner. We cared not for expense, 
feeding the hungry flames of a bon-fire 
that swept skyward and lighted up 
each nook of the campus, most elab- 
orate stage scenery. Every mother's 
son of us was enraptured by the mas- 
terful strains of the Agnews Band 
and the spirit of goodfellowship ran 
riot. 

We commend that band for the 
large part it played in making our 
first rally a genuine success. 

The speeches were delivered be- 
tween selections, the yells and ap- 



plause following each speaker echo- 
ing and re-echoing down the corridors 
of Senior Hall. 

We look forward with confidence 
to more rallying of this kind, — rally- 
ing round our ideals with the spirit 
of the present and the past. 



Entertain 
ment 



The visit of an 
English Rugby team 
is always of great 
magnitude in college circles of this 
state, and Santa Clara knows how to 
give such a team a reception never 
to be forgotten. 

This was conclusively proven on 
Sunday, Oct. 6th, by the hearty hos- 
pitality and entertainment tendered 
the "Waratahs" — those gridiron war- 
riors of Australia who have come 
to give us a taste of their mettle and 
of scientific Rugby. We have cement- 
ed an indissoluble friendship with our 
guests because they stand for fair- 
play and those higher qualities of 
manhood which scientific Rugby tends 
to develop as no other game can pos- 
sibly do. 

After the usual evening stu/dy 
everybody filed into the theatre build- 
ing where an interesting programme 
awaited. 

The crowded theatre resembled a 
jolly hail-fellow-well-met party, and 
nothing so took our Australian friends 
as the informality of the affair and the 
friendly jests which were passed 
throughout the evening. 

To him who conceived and arranged 
this happy entertainment no less than 



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37 



to those who so generously took part 
in making it so uniquely itself, we 
would extend the appreciation of 
everybody present, for we feel that 
everybody enjoyed himself. 



The New 
Field 



Situated nearly as 
close to the university 
as to the rail-road 
station the new rugby-field is easily 
accessible to player and onlooker 
alike. Further improvements are un- 
der way so that in the near future we 
shall have as commodious a field as 
Stanford or Berkeley now boasts. 

Speaking of the field, we are re- 
minded of 'Doc' Yoell and his "medi- 
cine men", who have behaved like real 
trojans in administering first aid to 
the wounded. It is something to watch 
the limbs of that lithe gentleman 
carry him scurrying with all his pat- 
ent medicines to the side of a fallen 
hero. 

'Doc' Yoell has evolved a 'cure'em 
air process : but it is said that he is 
rather gruff and strong of arm at 
times. "Ye faint-hearted keep your 
distance." 

However, we know 'Doc' would not 
knowingly harm a fly, if he knew it 
would hurt the feelings of the fly. 



The initial meeting 
Sodalities of the Senior Sodality 

was held on Sept. 
15th, under the enthusiastic guidance 
of Director Fr. Boland, S. J. The fol- 
lowing officers were elected: R. M. 
Hardy, Prefect; J. L. Thomas, Asst. 



Prefect; H. W. McGowan, Asst. Pre- 
fect ; C. M. Castruccio, Treas. ; J. 
Noonan, Treas. ; H. R. McKinnon, 
Cen. ; E. W. Schween, Cen. ; L. P. 
Jennings, Cen.; J. P. Fitzpatrick, Cen.; 
J. F. Ahern, Cen., and N. J. Martin, 
Cen. 

The Junior Sodality held its first 
meeting on the same date, Mr. J. A. 
Vaughan presiding. The following 
members were elected to office : T. F. 
Kearns, Prefect ; M. A. Falvey, Asst. 
Pref. ; R. R. Crooks, Asst. Pref. ; L. J. 
Lucas, Sec. ; H. A. Wideman, Vestry 
Pref.; C. P. Dodge, Vestry Pref.; A. 
A. Falvey, Censor; N. Korte and J. E. 
Viosca, Consultors. 

It is a great honor to be a good 
Sodalist, and we therefore congratulate 
the newly-appointed as well as those 
who appointed them. They have but 
to follow the noble example set by 
their predecessors to continue the 
great work for which Santa Clara's 
Sodalities have ever stood. 



House and 
Senate 



A meeting of the 
House was held on 
Oct. 7th, Fr. Brain- 
ard, S. J., presiding, at which the fol- 
lowing were elected officers : E. W. 
Carlin, Rec. Sec. ; J. M. Concannon, 
Cor. Sec. ; F. G. Boone, Treas. ; R. A. 
Yoell, S. A. 

A meeting of the Senate was held 
on the same date ; new officers of that 
body follow : Marco S. Zarick, Rec. 
Sec; Michael Kiely, S. A.; W. J. 
Lyng, Sec. Fr. Buckley is President 
of the Senate. 



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Visits 



We were favored 
Oct. 1st with a very 
interesting and en- 
thralling talk by Rev. P. Joseph 
Koesters, D. D., a man with a mighty 
message. Rev. Koesters is a Chinese 
missionary, but we venture to say 
that very few of us who enjoyed his 
talk can fully appreciate what the 
Christianizing of China means. 

To bring this great people into the 
fold of God, is the fond hope, the cher- 
ished achievement before the Catho- 
lic Church. Now is the time to 
support this movement of movements. 
We tender Rev. Koesters our heart- 
felt wish for the complete success of 
his noble work. 



The St. Berchman's 
Sanctuary Sanctuary Society met 

on Sept. 18th, and of- 
ficers for the ensuing year were duly 
elected. Mr. E. J. Ivancovich, S. J., is 
in charge this year. We trust that an 
early recovery from his present illness 
may enable him to resume control of 
the society. 

Mr. W. I. Lonergan, S. J., who was 
in charge last year has been called to 
duty elsewhere. Mr. Lonergan has 
endeared himself to the hearts of us 
who know and have felt the love that 
made him self-forgetful and ever at- 
tendant upon our welfare. His mem- 
ory shall be as an ever-present friend. 
The highest tribute we can pay him is 
to think of him when in trouble. 



_ ... , , Since the close of 

Institute of ,, , ^ u 1 ^• 
_ the last scholastic 

year, many substan- 
tial donations have been made to the 
Law Library; many still continue to 
come in, showing that the friends and 
alumni of Santa Clara are determined 
that as far as they are concerned, this 
Department of the University shall be 
well equipped for its work. 

The following is a list of the dona- 
tions received : 

From Mrs. Elizabeth C. Belden, 
about 82 volumes. 

From Hon. James V. Coffey, Ph.D., 
1901, five volumes, four pamphlets. 

From Curtis H. Lindley, LL.D., 
1912, two volumes. 

From Hon. Secretary of State of 
California, two volumes. 

From Hon. Joseph Scott, Ph.D., 
1907, 31 volumes. 

From Mr. T. L Bergin, A. B., 1857, 
A. M., 1865, 103 volumes . 

From. Hon. Julius Kahn, M. C, 
six volumes. 

From Mr. John W. Ryland, B. S., 
1877, LL.B., 1912, $1,000. 

From Hon. John G. Covert, B. S., 
1891, $50. 

From Hon. Wm. Lawlor, $10. 

From Dr. Orestes J. Orena, B. S., 
1877, $100. 

SUMMARY 

Books, 235. 

Money, $1,160. 

A number of alumni have generous- 
ly offered their services as special lec- 
turers. Mr. Curtis H. Lindley of San 



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Francisco, will lecture upon the Law 
of Mines, and Mining Under the Fed- 
eral Laws, a subject in which he is 
the recognized authority. Special lec- 
tures will also be given from time to 
time by Hon. James V. Cofifey, Ph.D., 
1901, Judge of the Superior Court of 
San Francisco, Department of Pro- 
bate, Hon. Bradley V. Sargent, M. S., 
1885, Judge of the Superior Court of 
Monterey County, and Hon. William 
G. Lorigan, LL.D., 1912, Associate 
Justice of the Supreme Court of Cali- 
fornia. 

Twenty-three students are already 
registered in the Law School. 

THE ENGINEERING DEPARTMENT 

The work of the Department of 
Engineering which was so auspicious- 
ly begun last year has this year re- 
ceived a new impetus. The Fresh- 
man Class numbers twenty-five and 
its members are serious students and 
well prepared for their work. The ad- 
dition of several new professors to 
the staff and the complete separation 
of the courses of the College of Arts 
and Letters and of General Science 
from those of the College of Engineer- 
ing and Architecture make for a dis- 
tinct advance in the efficiency of the 
engineering courses. 

Joseph L. Donovan, C. E., who has 
been added to the Civil Engineering 
Department, is an engineer of wide 



experience and first-rate ability. Pro- 
fessor Donovan is a West Point man 
and was for several years professor of 
engineering branches in the army. 

George L. Sullivan, M. E., a gradu- 
ate of the Engineering Department of 
the University of Nebraska, and re- 
cently a professor in the University of 
Colorado, is in charge of the Mechan- 
ical Engineering courses. Both he and 
Professor Donovan bring the spirit of 
enthusiasm to their work which is 
half the success of big enterprises. 

The need of an Engineering Build- 
ing for the College of Engineering is 
obvious. Santa Clara looks now for a 
benefactor who will do for her what 
the late Mr. Cudahy of Chicago did 
for Loyola University of that city in 
building the Cudahy Engineering Flail, 
and what John W. Mackay, Jr., did a 
few years ago for the University of 
Nevada. The President of the LTni- 
versity has signified his intention of 
making the Engineering Building the 
next subject of his solicitude, and we 
trust it will not be long before some 
generous patron of science will demon- 
strate his devotion to the University 
of Santa Clara and his realization of 
her great work by building the Engin- 
eering Building and endowing profes- 
sorships in the College of Engineering 
and Architecture. 

EDWARD O'CONNOR. 



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The most cherished period of a 
man's life is the days of his youth. 
Then, in his unproven fondness, he 
saw the vista of the future stretching 
before him with all its idealism. 

He was a boy, mayhap, hidden in 
the foliage of the apple tree, and look- 
on, while the stellar luminaries of the 
empyrean of sport played at baseball 
nearby. They were heroes to him. 
To him these men were the proud 
pets of the many, accorded homage 
and glory, and entrenched on the apex 
of happiness. He resolved to be one 
of them, but the day seemed tremend- 
ously far off. Still it came, and he 
took his place among the players, en- 
vied by other boys in the same apple 
tree. But his dream was changed. 
The many that accorded him acclaim 
were fickle and exacting, and their 
honors grew tiresome. The life be- 
came humdrum, the work a grind, and 
the situation at the best resolved itself 
into routine. And the boy of yester- 
time glanced up at a human speck in 
the old familiar apple tree, and he en- 
vied him. 



Or perhaps he was another boy 
whose fancies lead him to the less sci- 
entific, the more artistic pastime. He 
loved the play. The majestic stride 
of the actor, the glittering tinsel of 
the play-clothes, the rapturous bravos 
of the audience swelled his ambition. 
What castles he built that he should 
dwell in when his day should come? 
And how those castles tumbled about 
his ears in the day of his realization! 
How tawdry seemed the tinsel, how 
matter of fact and hard the life, how 
sparing the applause for him, and how 
surfeiting to those that had it. 

But he may have been that other 
boy that looked to the arena of the 
workaday life. He would write. He 
would gather the news ; he would fer- 
ret out crime ; he would wield a wea- 
pon of power. And how empty he 
found the task ! How unappreciative 
of his genius he found editors and 
readers ! How regardless of his im- 
portance he found those with whom 
he came in touch ! How humiliating 
to find himself curtailed in the use of 
that weapon of power he had cher- 



THE REDWOOD. 



41 



ished, or compelled to use it unfairly! 

In this, their day of disillusionment, 
they all looked back to the time when 
the things they now saw and found 
were thought to be otherwise. And 
then they knew that those were the 
true days of romance, of carefree 
fancy, of least alloyed idealities. 

It is a typical, everyday story. You 
alumni of the University of Santa 
Clara, you know how true it is. You 
are living another life from that of 
your college days and your fancy 
often flies back to those days and 
lingers fondly over every scene and 
detail of them, and then retraces itself 
to be sure that it has missed nothing. 

And your old associates, the old 
boys, where are they? what are they? 
It is the personal element that grips 
you most of all. 

The Alumni Department of The Red- 
wood has been established to serve 
that interest. Its mission is to keep 
alive among the old students the flame 
of those happier days and to breathe 
for those of the present time the spirit 
of olden years. It is to connect the 
man of today with the youth of yes- 
terday. 

Old students, much of this depart- 
ment's success depends on your inter- 
est. This you have realized and acted 
on in the past, but it is well to keep 
the thought alive with the reflection. 
Tell us about former students. 
Tell us about yourself. Commend the 
old college chronicle to former boys 
that may somewhat have drifted. And 
when in a reminiscent mood, turn to 



the alumni pages of The Redwood. 

The cut of the bat- 
'87 tery of '87, accom- 

panying these notes, 
and the following letter were received 
by President Morrissey from the Hon. 
J. F. Campbell, of Maxwell, Cal. Jack 
is one of the most prominent of the 
big men of the Sacramento Valley. 
His letter speaks for itself: 

"I have just returned from a long 
tour through the Sierra Nevadas and 
the state of Nevada. When I reached 
Virginia City I found my old friend, 
Jim Ennis, a superintendent of the 
Overman Mine. When you asked me 
of him, I told you he was dead, but, 
believe me, he is very much alive; a 
pleasant surprise to me. I immediate- 
ly thought of you and had our pictures 
taken as the battery of '87. Jim looks 
like a prize-fighter, and I look like I 
might be his trainer. Can you imag- 
ine the showing we would make now? 
"However, I trust this will interest 
you a wee bit. It takes me back to 
the old days when we fought our 
heads off for the old college and some 
of you younger ones would carry the 
bats and root for us. The future looks 
bright, but, don't you know, it is great 
to take a glance at the past." 



O. D. Stoesser, A. 
'87 B,. '87, now a promi- 

nent Watsonville cap- 
italist, is President of the Annual 
Watsonville Apple Celebration, re- 
cently held. That this year's Annual 



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was far and away the most successful 
in the history of the Pajaro Valley 
was to be expected with Stoesser at 
the helm. 



'91 



It is always with a 
feeling of sadness that 
the duty of recording 
the death of an old student comes. 
The recent summer saw the passing 
away of Rev. Joseph J. Conway, A. B., 
'91, in San Francisco, where he had 
been stationed for some years as as- 
sistant pastor of St. Charles' Church. 
Father Conway was an eloquent 
speaker and was universally beloved. 
While at Santa Clara he was the 
recipient of many college honors. 



Charles S. Laumeis- 
'93 ter, Jr., A. B., '93, has 

been put forth as a 
candidate for assemblyman, from the 
Twenty-eighth Assembly District. 
Mr. Laumeister was once Business 
Manager of The Redwood, and was 
prominent in athletic events, in which 
he received many honors. Mr. Lau- 
meister is now president of the Amer- 
ican Milling Company, with which he 
has been connected ever since finish- 
ing college. His candidacy has been 
endorsed by the Republican County 
Committee. This is Mr. Laumeister's 
first appearance in politics. 

Charles Byrne, Ex-'06, third base- 
man of the famous Varsity baseball 
team of '06 and now practicing law, is 



also a prominent Republican candidate 
for the assembly. Charlie's address is 
at the old familiar home in San Rafael. 



'94 



John Regan, A. B., 
'94, is a candidate for 
state senator in Idaho. 

He is making a campaign that augurs 

well for his election. 



Ramos Arias Fer- 
'95 rand. Commercial '95, 

still remembers his 
old student days at Santa Clara amid 
his diplomatic duties. Last year he 
was Envoy Extraordinary and Minis- 
ter Plenipotentiary of Panama at the 
Coronation of King George V in 
London. 



Elmer E. Westlake, 
'98 A. B., '98, was an en- 

ergetic worker in ar- 
ranging the Alumni banquet at the 
Hotel St. Francis, San Francisco, last 
year, and its success is in a large meas- 
ure due to him. Mr. Westlake has his 
law office in the Humboldt Bank 
Building, San Francisco. 



Charles D. South, 
'01 A. M., '01, a member 

of the University fac- 
ulty, was accorded a signal honor by 
the Knights of Columbus, San Jose 
Council, when they elected him Grand 
Knight at their last annual meeting. 



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43 



John J. Ivancovich, 
'05 A. B., '05, is repeating 

the histrionic tri- 
umphs of his college days in Brook- 
lyn, N. Y., where he is playing with 
the Lytell Company. His career is 
being followed with interest by many 
that remember his Judas in the Pas- 
sion Play and his Diocletian in Light 
Eternal. His interpretation of the 
former role won for him the high 
praise of Ashton Stevens, the New 
York dramatic critic, and was consid- 
ered a masterpiece by the Lambs' 
Club.. In 1903 Mr. Ivancovich was 
The Redwood's staff artist. 
'05 



John H. Riordan, 
'05 A. B., '05, is now as- 

sistant to State At- 
torney-General Webb. He has his of- 
fice in San Francisco, in the Metro- 
politan Bank Building. In his college 
days Mr. Riordan won the Ryland de- 
bate medal, and was prefect for a time 
in the Junior study hall. 



M. Shields, is the Cal- 
'06 '06, whose father, A. 

H. A. Shields, ex 
ifornia manager for the Equitable Life 
Assurance Society, is himself engaged 
in insurance with offices in the Crock- 
er Building. 



Martin V. Merle, 

'06 A. B., '06, who, since 

his triumph, "The 

Light Eternal," has written several 



stage successes, is now engaged on 
"The Mission Play of Santa Clara," 
which is to have its premier in the 
liistoric Santa Clara theater next June. 
The play will depict the life of the 
early Santa Clara mission. Mr. 
Merle's "Light Eternal" is still play- 
ing to large houses in the East. 



'07 



Joseph R. Brown, 
A. B., '07, of Napa, 
Cal., has for the past 
year been on the medical staff of 
Georgetown University as instructor, 
after having finished a brilliant course 
there. 



Anthony B. Diep- 
'08 enbrock, A. B., '08, of 

Sacramento, won laur- 
els for himself and his alma mater 
this year as a member of the graduat- 
ing class of the medical department of 
Harvard University. Despite illness 
during his course, Dr. Diepenbrock 
ranked third in his class. He is now 
in St. Mary's Hospital, San Francisco, 
as an interne, but he has been claimed 
by Mercy Hospital, New York, and 
will enter there shortly. 



Robert O'Connor, 
'08 A. B., '08, was or- 

dained at the end of 
the summer at St. Patrick's Seminary, 
Menlo Park. He is now stationed at 
St. Francis Church, San Francisco. At 
College Father O'Connor was dis- 
tinguished by his devotion to the 
sanctuary. He was president of the 



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Sanctuary Society and sacristian in 
the college chapel for several years, 
and his zeal in this work won for him 
the name of "Deac." 



'08 



Dr. George Joyce 
Hall, A. B., '08, was 
married October 2, 
1912, in San Francisco, to Miss Hazel 
Rita Webber. The couple are mak- 
ing their home at 1982 Eddy street. 
Dr. Hall graduated this year from 
Cooper Medical College. 



Maurice T. Dool- 
'09 . ing, A. B., '09, a for- 

mer Redwood edi- 
tor, who is studying law at Stanford 
University, was elected editor of the 
Chapparal at the beginning of the 
school year. 



Edmund Lowe, A. 
'11 M ., '11, is a student of 

more recent date that 
is winning honors on the stage. He is 
at present playing character roles at 
the Alcazar Theater in San Francisco. 
Mr. Lowe played leading roles in 
many late Santa Clara productions, 
notably those of Mathias in "The 
Bells," a role immortalized by the late 
Sir Henry Irving, and of Shylock in 
the Merchant of Venice. 



Five lusty young- 

'12 sters that never saw a 

school and wouldn't 

know alpha from omega are the sub- 



ject of this note. They were left by 
Mister Stork in the last few weeks to 
as many proud papas that once studied 
such things at Santa Clara — but the 
papas are mere incidentals just now. 
Number one is Laurence D'Arcy 
Quinn, August 15, '12. He arrived 
three and three-quarters pounds 
strong on that date at the home of Mr. 
and Mrs. Hubert J. Quinn at Oakland, 
Cal., where the father is manager for 
the Pacific Manufacturing Co. Mr. 
Quinn was a Santa Clara student of 
the late '90s. 

Number two is William Valentine 
Regan, Jr., June 5, '12. William Val- 
entine Regan, Sr., A. B., '03, is the 
father. Mrs. Regan was Miss MoUie 
Merle, sister of Martin V. Merle. Mr. 
Regan was formerly on The Redwood 
staff as the editor of College Notes, 
and as Business Manager. 

The third '12 referred to is Joseph 
Frederick Sigwart, Jr., July 4, '12. 
The father avers that he showed his 
destination as a leader of the people by 
voicing strenuous objections to the 
sane Fourth of July movement the 
very first day of his arrival. The 
father, Fred Sigwart, is an A. B., '07. 
The mother was Miss Teresa Madden, 
well known in musical and society cir- 
cles of the bay city. The baby was 
baptized October 4th by Father R. H. 
Brainard of the University faculty. 
Dr. Sigwart is resident physician at 
St. Joseph's Hospital, San Francisco. 

Edward Sheehy, a prominent orch- 
ardist of Watsonville and a student of 
the middle '90s, is the fourth that 



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must be congratulated on the arrival 
of a son and heir. Mrs. Sheehy. nee 
Mary Kelly, is a sister of Edward J. 
Kelly, A. B., '97, a prominent attor- 
ney-at-law of Watsonville. 

James H. O'Brien III came to the 
home of James H. O'Brien, Jr., a stu- 
dent of five years ago, late last month, 
and was baptised by the Rev. Fr. Mor- 
issey. Mrs. O'Brien is a sister to 
Julius, Albert and Louis Trescony, 
former Santa Clara students. Mr. 
O'Brien is a contractor in San Fran- 
cisco. 

LAWRENCE A. FARNSWORTH. 



One of the main features of the 
temple being erected by the Native 
Sons, on Mason street, just back of 
the St. Francis Hotel, will be a Hall 
of Fame, in which the twenty Native 
Sons — "who have done most to en- 
hance the glory of the State" — will be 
immortalized in art-glass and classic 
sculpture. 

Among the names mentioned in this 
connection we find — Stephen M. 
White, B. S., '71, Clay M. Greene, 
'01, John J. Montgomery, Ph.D., '01, 
Charles W. Stoddard, Ph.D., '01, 
George W. James, Litt. D,. '07. 
George W. James, Litt.D, '07. 

With the death of Leo J. Marks on 
August 30th, the University mourns 
not only a loyal alumnus, but possibly 
the most famous track athlete that 
ever passed from her historic walls — 
his record in several events remaining 
unbroken. 

The funeral was largely attended by 



former Santa Clarans, several of 
whom acted as pall-bearers. 

Formal announcement has been 
made of the engagement of Lieuten- 
ant Ralph Crystal Harrison, A. B., 
'05, a former member of The Red- 
wood staff, and Miss Cali Phillips of 
Savannah, Ga., The wedding will be 
an event of October, and will be sol- 
emnized at Savannah, where the 
bride-elect — who is the daughter of 
Colonel and Mrs. Charles L. Phillips, 
is one of the most popular members of 
the younger set. 

After the "honeymoon" Lieutenant 
Harrison will be stationed at Fort 
Serwin. 

On June the first a romance of col- 
lege days found its culmination in the 
marriage of Lawrence V. Degnan, A. 
B., '03, and Miss Carmel Martinez — a 
member of the famous early California 
family of that name. 

The envied couple first met while the 
groom was attending the Civil En- 
gineering College of the University of 
California, and "apropos" — the wed- 
ding took place at St. Joseph's Church, 
Berkeley, with many class-mates of 
the groom in attendance. 

When Cooper Medical College, as 
such, brought its long and illustrious 
career to a close with the graduation 
of the class of 1912, it bestowed on 
George J. Hall, A. B., '08, the degree 
of Doctor of Medicine. Dr. Hall car- 
ried off the highest honors of his class, 
and since graduation has been attached 
to the faculty of the French Hospital 
in San Francisco. 



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Not only has he carried off the hon- 
ors of his class, but likewise the heart 
and hand of Miss Nita Webber, the 
wedding to take place in San Fran- 
cisco, early in October. 

To the winsome bride and lucky 
groom, we extend our sincerest con- 
gratulations. 
ALEXANDER F. LEONARD, '10. 



The Alumni Association of the Uni- 
versity assembled in annual session in 
the Red Room of Hotel St. Francis, 
San Francisco, Monday evening, June 
17th, 1912, and elected the following 
officers for the ensuing year: Presi- 
dent, Victor A. Scheller, of San Jose; 
Vice-President, John H. Riordan, of 
San Francisco; Secretary, Charles D. 
South, of Santa Clara; Treasurer, 
Charles M. Lorigan, of San Jose. 

By unanimous vote, it was resolved 
that the Executive Committee should 
consist of the Presidents of the Santa 
Clara University Clubs of the various 
cities of California. 

The following-named friends and 
benefactors of the University were 
elected to honorary membrship in the 
Alumni Association : Judge John H. 
Twohy, J. Edward Bean, John D. Gall, 
Sr., Richard E. Queen, Charles L. 
Barrington, Richard D. Doolan, James 
V. Smith, and Lawrence F. Walsh. 

The annual banquet of the Associ- 
ation was held on the same evening in 



the Colonial Hall of the St. Francis, 
under the auspices of the Santa Clara 
University Club of San Francisco, and 
was a delightful and memorable affair. 
As a re-union of the loyal sons of San- 
ta Clara, the gathering was remark- 
able for numbers and enthusiasm ; 
while the spirit manifested with re- 
gard to the noble past, the present ex- 
pansion and the splendid outlook for 
the future of the University was com- 
parable to the spirit that today char- 
acterizes the campus rally of the stu- 
dent host. 

The menu was in keeping with the 
standard of excellence maintained at 
the St. Francis, but the fact that the 
real features of the occasion were in- 
tellectual rather than gastronomical 
may be appreciated by reference to 
the following program of toasts : In- 
troductory remarks by the President 
of the University of Santa Clara 
Alumni Association, Hon. Thomas I. 
Bergin, '57; remarks by the Toast- 
master, V. S. Scheller, '86; "Our An- 
nual Banquet," C. P. Rendon ; "Father 
Kenna," Rev. Richard A. Gleason, S. 
J., President 1905-10; "Local Santa 
Clara University Alumni Clubs," Jos. 
T. McDevitt, '86; "The Material De- 
velopment of the University," Hon. B. 
V. Sargent, '84 ; "The Vista of the Fu- 
ture," Rev. James P. Morrissey, S. J., 
President of the University of Santa 
Clara. 

CHAS. D. SOUTH, A. M., '01 



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47 




The opening of the school year 
found many of the old members of last 
year's teams back to College, and 
ready to don their uniforms. Beside 
our having the old material, the ath- 
letic prospect is further relieved by an 
abundance of new material of the 
most promising kind. 

Athletics were ushered into active 
life at Santa Clara on the evening of 
September 28th, when a rally took 
place on the College campus. The 
rally commenced with a speech by 
President of the Student Body, Chaun- 
cey Tramutolo, who addressed the 
students in relation to their duty as 
members of the University, and par- 
ticularly the support expected of them 
along athletic lines. 

A spirit was soon kindled which 
surpassed anything of its kind ever 
seen on the College campus. 

Coach Higgins, who has the lot of 
the football team in his hands, deliv- 
ered a heart-to-heart talk to the 



aspirants for the team, and also its 
supporters. He commented particular- 
ly upon the strength of a team and the 
results produced by a team when 
working as a unit, and the student 
body supported it as such, laying 
aside completely all hero worship of 
individuals. 

The Agnews Band was secured for 
the occasion, and rendered several se- 
lections, which were much enjoyed 
by all. 

ST. IGNATIUS 0— S. C. U. 25. 

On September the 29th the rugby 
team of St. Ignatius University met 
the Varsity team on the Santa Clara 
rugby field. After an hour and twenty 
minutes of hard playing the Santa 
Clara team was successful in piling up 
a total of 25 points to the visitors' 
nothing. 

Although the game was hard 
fought, — owing to the poor condition 
and lack of practice of both teams the 



48 



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rugby was not that which the teams 
were capable of playing. However, it 
could easily be seen that with the 
rounding into condition and the grad- 
ual improvement of team-work, Santa 
Clara was to have one of the fastest 
and most well-balanced teams that 
she has ever put on the field. 

CALIF. FRESH 0— S. C. U. 11. 

In the second game of the season 
Santa Clara lined up against the Cali- 
fornia Freshmen on the Berkeley field. 

Coach Schafer of Berkeley had his 
strongest team against us, — teams 
would be the proper word, as he put an 
entirely new team against Santa 
Clara in the second half of the game. 

The game centered to a great ex- 
tent around the forwards, in which 
division Santa Clara had the better 
men, and their superiority was to a 
great extent accountable for the well- 
earned 11 to victory. 

S. C. U. 8— AUSTRALIA 20. 

One of the greatest surprises to the 
followers of rugby was given them 
when Santa Clara held the Waratahs, 
the picked team from Australia, to a 
score of twenty points. 

The Santa Clarans had the Aus- 
tralians defending their goal posts al- 
most the entire first half. 

The playing of Captain Ybarrondo 
was one of the features of the game. 
He was recognized by the Australians 



themselves, as an equal to any man 
on the field. 

Santa Clara scored in the first half 
when Ybarrondo kicked the ball over 
the line and it was fallen upon by 
Best in back of the goal. Hogan then 
converted from a very difficult angle. 

At the end of the first half the score 
stood, Australia 11, Santa Clara 5. 

Santa Clara entered the field in the 
second half with the wind against 
them, but this did not seem to retard 
their playing in the least. Their 
fighting spirit, and excellent scrum 
work in this half were equal to that of 
the first. 

The Australian back field got in 
some good work in this half, and suc- 
ceeded in carrying the ball over the 
score line three times, in grand ex- 
hibitions of perfect passing. 

Toward the end of this half Santa 
Clara "scored her first try. A scrum 
was formed at the five-yard line; the 
ball was picked up by Curry and 
passed to Momson, who easily carried 
it over for a try. Hogan was forced 
to attempt the goal with a strong 
wind against him, and as a result the 
ball failed to come to rest behind the 
two posts. 

The final shot found both teams 
fighting for the ball in the middle of 
the field. 

Although the superior work of the 
Australians in passing was apparent, 
yet the Santa Clara team showed 
equal ability in the scrum, and the 



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49 



home boys were every bit as aggres- 
sive as their opponents. 

After the game the AustraHans 
were the guests of the University at 
a banquet given in their honor. In 
the evening they were entertained by 
a short performance in the College 
Theater. The next day the Waratahs 
left Santa Clara for Stanford to pre- 
pare for the game with the Stanford 
team on the following Saturday. 

STANFORD FRESHMEN 0— S. C. 
U. 3. 

Stanford field was the scene of the 
next game, in which Santa Clara had 
a part. It was played on Wednes- 
day, October the 9th. 

The boys did not show their usual 
form. They brought the ball time and 
again within the Stanford twenty-five 
yard line, but were able to carry it 
over but once. This was in the last 
half with about ten minutes of play 
remaining. Best secured the ball from 
the scrum, and went over the line for 
the only score. Tommy Ybarrondo 
did not favor the crowd by the kick- 
ing of the goal. 

Sometime before the game closed 
the sun had drawn himself under the 
cover of the surrounding mountains, 
yet the teams continued to play until 
the end, although hardly able to as- 
certain the course of the ball upon the 
field. 

Quill, the star Santa Clara 'hooker', 
had the ligaments of his shoulder torn 
loose, and it will be some time before 



he will again be seen in the respons- 
ible position which he has filled so 
well. 

COLLEGE OF PACI- 
FIC 0, S. C. U. 34 

Nations rise and fall, but Santa 
Clara by her victory of October the 
12th. is allowed to remain in the midst 
of her old glory. 

Never since the adoption of rugby 
by the two institutions, has Santa 
Clara's flag of victory been stained 
with the blood of defeat at the 
hands of her old rival, the College of 
the Pacific. 

The red and white by their fine 
work both in the scrum and backfield, 
overwhelmed their rivals. 

The Tigers, however, fought with 
much gameness and strength, and it 
was not until the second half that they 
gave way before the concerted skill 
and energy of Santa Clara. 

Toward the end of the first half 
Voight began the scoring. Pursued 
by the Tigers, he dribbled the ball 
from the twenty-five-yard line by de- 
grees toward the goal, and within a 
few feet of it he picked the ball up and 
carried it over. The half ended with 
Santa Clara having scored 8 points. 

In the first part of the second half 
there was no scoring. However, the 
boys were coming to themselves by 
degrees. Three pretty tries, the re- 
sult of excellent passing rushes were 
accomplished in the last five minutes 
of play. Tommy Ybarrando, as usual, 



50 THE REDWOOD. 



did very effective work in kicking, and Hogan, Quill, Sargeant, Voight, Fitz- 

converted six out of a possible eight. patrick, Kieley, Melchoir and Noonan. 

Other members of the team Avho Ybarrando, Castruccio, Harkins, Stu- 

were constantly in the forefront of the art, Curry, Best, and Flood seem to 

battle v^rere Curry, Momson, Voight, have the best chances for positions in 

Hogan and Ramage, Best and Flood. the back field. 

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SEA IN THE MIST . _ _ Rodney A. Yoell 51 

ANALYSIS OF SCIENTIFIC SOCIALISM Hardin Barry, A. M '12 52 

WOMAN IN POLITICS - Thomas Riordan, A. M. '12 62 

THE TIDE - - - - L. A. Fernsworth 68 

THE ESSENCE OF A SHORT STORY - Rodney A. Yoell 71 

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VO. XII 



SANTA CLARA, CAL., NOVEMBER, 1912 



No. 2 



Sea in the Mist 




EA in the mist and cloud, 
Waves rolling sullen, gray, 
Wind of the deep moaning tearfully, 
And the silver dawn turning to day. 



Birds of the sea that cry. 

Frenzied and hoarse in fear. 

Hearts of the sea-folk threshing the deep. 

Empty of hope and drear. 



Mine too was sorest pain — 
God, Thou hast shaped my way. 
When this world threw off its sadness, 
And the silver dawn turned to day. 



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ANALYSIS OF SCIENTIFIC SOCIALISM 



WITH Socialists the leading 
theme in the history of the 
human race is the struggle 
of the classes, the one, though small 
in number, possessing the wealth of 
the earth, the other a coumtless multi- 
tude, reduced to a bare subsistence 
wage; the rich often reveling in lux- 
ury, and the poor doomed to misery 
and oppression. With them society 
has always been divided into two hos- 
tile classes. Today there are the cate- 
gories of capital and labor struggling 
against each other with bitter animos- 
ity. It is the picture of the idle and 
luxuriant rich non-producers with ap- 
parently no right to live, who, like 
leeches and bloodsuckers, fasten them- 
selves upon the toilers of the world 
and bind them to poverty and misery 
more firmly than Prometheus was riv- 
eted to the rock by Vulcan, that is the 
source of the strength of socialism and 
the fruitful subject of the invective 
and vituperation of their agitators. 

It is not strange that the pages of 
history record many who have de- 
claimed against this unequal distribu- 
tion of wealth. Plato, in his Republic, 
exposed the evils of contemporary so^ 
ciety to the glaring light of publicity. 
Later the Gracchi in Rome clamored 
for a redistribution of wealth and 
lands. Thomas More, in medieval 
England, wrote his Utopia revealing a 



paradise to be attained by the workers 
under a different form of society. In 
France we recall the names of Saint- 
Simon and Fourier, men of penetrat- 
ing intellect, keenly critical, ingeni- 
ously suggestive and contagiously en- 
thusiastic, who played no unimportant 
part in making men realize that there 
was a social question to be solved. 

These dreamers of old times be- 
lieved in the benevolence of Nature's 
intentions and the preordained har- 
mony of the world and sought to dis- 
cover the ideal commonwealth intend- 
ed by the Creator to supplant the ex- 
isting state of things which had been 
instituted by the knavery or ignorance 
of the few. 

The movement was vigorous and 
enthusiastic, but lacked the intellectu- 
al element, the theories propounded 
were mystical and fantastic, the reme- 
dies unpractical and inefficient. This 
primitive socialist movement, there- 
fore, is termed Utopian in economics 
and sociology, and recorded as a sig- 
nal failure in history. 

Frederick Engels says of it : "The 
solution of the social problem, which 
as yet lay hidden in undeveloped eco- 
nomic conditions, the Utopians at- 
tempted to evolve out of the human 
brain. Society presented nothing but 
wrongs ; to remove these was the task 
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dicover a new and more perfect sys- 
tem of social order and to impose this 
on society from without by propagan- 
da, and, wherever it was possible, by 
the example of modern experiments. 
These new social systems were fore- 
doomed as Utopian ; the more com- 
pletely they were worked out in de- 
tail, the more they could not avoid 
drifting into pure phantasies." 

In the propagation of no system has 
there been so much vagueness and ob- 
scurity as there has been in the de- 
velopment of this system of econom- 
ics, notwithstanding the fact that So- 
cialism stands in sore need of a well- 
defined terminology. 

Yet, in spite of all diversities and 
inconsistencies in theories, remedies 
and tactics, there seem to be four ele- 
ments that are necessary and requisite 
to make up the very essence of Social- 
ism. These elements are indictment, 
analysis, panacea and campaign. 

In the nightly tirades of soap-box 
orators, in ponderous treatises and 
fleeting pamphlet, the institutions of 
society are indicted and condemned 
root and branch. 

The prevailing industrial systems 
have been analyzed by the penetrating 
intellect and keen insight of the So- 
cialist agitators ; and, with the cheer- 
ful finality of a scientist they have 
dubbed the modern state the mother of 
the wealthy, the protector of the in- 
terests of the rulers instituted for the 
exploitation and degradation of the 
toilers ; they have described religion as 
an instrument of oppression to keep 



the laborers humble and svibmissive by 
diverting their minds to a future re- 
ward ; the present form of marriage to 
them is only legalized prostitution. 

Following this diagnosis of society 
is their prescription, consisting of the 
co-operative commonwealth where 
misery and poverty will be unknown 
and happiness and material well-being 
the common lot of all. 

Finally, socialism involves a cam- 
paign against capitalism. Here varia- 
tion is at the maximum. The tactics 
adopted have taken many forms ; the 
peaceful persuasion and parliamentar- 
ism of the revisionists, the armed re- 
volts of the revolutionaries, the prac- 
tical experiments which sought to 
teach by the power of example, and the 
waiting for capitalism to dig its own 
grave by the necessarian circumstan- 
tialists. 

These elements belong to socialism 
in general. Then, there is modern so- 
cialism which has all these elements 
and additional individuating notes. 

The panacea suggested by modern 
socialism for the evils of society has 
these essential traits : first, the aboli- 
tion of private property in the means 
of production ; second, the transfer of 
ownership in productive goods from 
the individual to society; third, the so- 
cial or collective control of production 
with the implication that all members 
of the community are obliged to con- 
tribute towards production by their 
labor; fourth, the social or collective 
distribution of the produce, because 
the ownership of the productive means 



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and the control of production being 
socialized, society is also the owner 
of the goods produced, and hence has 
the right and duty to distribute them 
among its members who have pro- 
duced them by their united effort. 

In this definition two things need 
to be emphasized as characteristic of 
modern socialism — the collective own- 
ership of all capital and material la- 
bor, and also, the collective control 
of production and distribution of the 
produce by the entire people consti- 
stuted into a democratic common- 
wealth. This, according to them, com- 
pletely abolishes the waste and anarchy 
of production due to our competitive 
system. 

Socialism has outgrown its primi- 
tive imperfection. It proceeds no 
longer in the twilight of vague and 
phantastical theories, but in the full 
glare of a perfect science developed 
from the thought and researches of 
Karl Marx, Frederick Engels and 
others. 

These men reconstructed Socialism 
on an intellectual basis. It took the 
fertile brain of Marx to prove, by a 
new system of economics, the injus- 
tice of private property, the exploita- 
tion of the workers of the world by 
modern capitalistic methods, the com- 
position of capital by his theories of 
value and surplus value, the inevitable 
collapse of industrialism by his theo- 
ries of the increasing pauperization of 
the working classes, and the concen- 
tration of industries and the inevitable 



course of the future by his material- 
istic conception of history. 

It is the purpose of this article to 
examine this scientific basis of Social- 
ism as conceived by Karl Marx. It 
will be critical in so far as his theories 
will be analyzed and judged for what 
the writer thinks they are worth, with- 
out bias and without prejudice; and it 
will be negative in so far as the prac- 
ticability of the future co-operative 
commonwealth will be neglected. The 
scientific basis and the groundwork 
of the vaunted scientific Socialism will 
be examined, and if the socialistic 
superstructure is not resting upon a 
firm foundation it will inevitably 
crumble. 

Whenever a false theory is put into 
practice, nothing but evil can result 
from it. Hence, before we can es- 
pouse Socialism we must rest assured 
that its theory conforms with the ob- 
jective reality of things. 

ECONOMIC DETERMINISM OR 
THE MATERIALISTIC CON- 
CEPTION OF HISTORY. 

Marx and Engels have developed 
the fundamentals of scientific social- 
ism. Among the works of the orig- 
inal authors there are chiefly three 
that set forth the basis of socialist 
philosophy in clear and logical meth- 
od, and are, therefore, considered as 
classical text-books and authentic 
sources. These are "Capital," by 
Marx; "Socialism, Scientific and Uto- 
pian" and "Feuerbach, the Roots of 
Socialist Philosophy," by Engels. 



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These books build up the socialist 
theory on the basis of modern science. 

From these authentic sources we 
learn the following facts. Marx and 
Engel at first belonged to the Hegel- 
ian school, the founder of which, G. 
W. F. Hegel (1770-183n, was one of 
the classical German idealists. Marx 
derived his method of scientific inves- 
tigation from Hegel, although he re- 
jected his system of idealism. Ac- 
cording to Hegel's method the abso- 
lute idea eternally evolves by be- 
coming the other of itself and by again 
returning from its otherness to itself, 
or, in other words, by first creating 
within itself an opposition and then re- 
solving this opposition into a higher 
unity. In the course of development 
there are three stages — thesis, anti- 
thesis, and synthesis. An example 
will serve to make clear what is ex- 
pressed in characteristic Hegelian ob- 
scurity. 

A grain of wheat is sown in favor- 
able soil. This wheat is the thesis or 
starting point of knowledge. It sprouts 
and the grain of wheat exists no long- 
er, but in its stead there is a plant. 
This is the antithesis or negation. 
The plant matures and yields a num- 
ber of grains of wheat. Here we have 
the synthesis or Hegelian negation of 
negation. 

A similar process is said to be ob- 
served in history. "Every civilized 
nation starts with public ownership 
of land. As soon as the nation has de- 
veloped beyond a certain stage, the 
development of agriculture causes this 



public ownership of property to be 
felt as shackling production. It is 
abolished, annulled, and after shorter 
or longer intermediate stages, it is 
changed into private ownership. But 
after private ownership in land has 
produced a higher stage of develop- 
ment, it becomes in its turn a sha-jkle, 
hampering production, as is the case 
at present not only on small but also 
on extensive estates. The necessity 
of abolishing it and changing back to 
public property has become impera- 
tive. But this necessity does not im- 
ply the restoration of public owner- 
ship as it existed originally; it means 
the establishment of a far higher and 
more perfect form of common owner- 
ship, which far from hindering pro- 
duction will give it free scope and al- 
loy/ it to utilize to the full the chemi- 
cal ciiscoveries and mechanical appli- 
ances of modern times." 

This illustrates Hegel's dialectic 
method, which was applied by Marx 
and Engels. Notwithstanding that 
these socialist theorists adopted He- 
gel's method, they rejected his system 
of philosophy. 

Hegel was not a materialist, he was 
an idealist. Matter was not with him 
the demiurge of the universe, but the 
absolute idea, and life was only the 
gradual unfolding or evolving of the 
absolute idea, the objective world ex- 
isting only as phenomena of the sub- 
jective self. The absolute idea or the 
absolute being is God, who is con- 
ceived as the supreme and universal 
being; not for the reason that he is 



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the self existent cause of all things, 
but because he is identical with all 
that has existence. For, eternally 
evolving by a thought process, he be- 
comes all things, and vice versa all 
things that come into being are in him 
and identical with him as stages of 
his evolution, and his thoughts and 
modes of consciousness. Thus He- 
gelian philosophy is a system of ideal- 
istic pantheism. 

Marx rejected this idealism of the 
German philosophy and became tinged 
with the materialism of the thinkers 
of the French enlightenment. He 
favored the materialism of the latter 
but rejected their metaphysical meth- 
od by which they recognized the eter- 
nal unchangeable character of know- 
ledge and truth. 

On the other hand, Marx saw in- 
herent contradictions in Hegel's ideal- 
ism. The dialectic of the idea with 
him became itself merely the con- 
scious reflex of the dialectical evolu- 
tion of the real world and therefore 
the dialectic of Hegel was turned up- 
side down, or rather it was placed on 
its feet instead of on its head, where 
it was standing before. 

In this way, Marx come to apply 
the dialectic evolution on a material- 
istic basis to human society, and the 
conclusion he arrived at was his phil- 
osophy of history, just as Charles 
Darwin had applied the same theory 
to biology. With him history was no 
longer an accidental succession of 
events, a wild whirl of senseless deeds 
of violence, but like all other reality, 



the gradual evolution caused by the 
economic factor proceeding by it? 
own inner necessity towards a self- 
recognized goal. 

In view of the importance and am- 
biguity of the materialistic conception 
of history it is advisable to quote the 
chief presentations : — The best known 
statement is that of Engels in the 
Communist Manifesto, the joint pro- 
duction of Marx and Engels. 

"The proposition is that in every 
historical epoch, the prevailing mode 
of economic production and exchange 
and the social organization necessari- 
ly following from it form the basis up- 
on which is built up and from which 
alone can be explained the political 
and intellectual history of that epoch; 
that, consequently, the whole history 
of mankind since the dissolution of 
primitive tribal society holding land 
in common-ownership has been a his- 
tory of class struggles, contests be- 
tween exploiting and exploited, ruling 
and oppressed classes; that the his- 
tory of these class struggles forms a 
series of evolution in which nowadays 
a stage has been reached in which 
the exploited and oppressed class — 
the proletariat — cannot obtain its 
emancipation from the sway of the 
exploiting and ruling class — the bour- 
geoisie — without at the same time, once 
an(j for all, emancipating society at 
large from all exploitation, oppression, 
class distinction, and class struggles." 

More concisely he defines it as "the 
view of the course of history which 
seeks the ultimate course and the 



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great moving power of all important 
historic events in the modes of pro- 
duction and exchange, in the conse- 
quent division of society into classes 
against one another. 

Again, "From this point of view we 
find the final cause of all social 
changes and political revolutions are 
to be sought not in men's brains, not 
in men's better insight into eternal 
truth and justice, but in changes in 
the modes of production and exchange. 
They are to be sought not in the phil- 
osophy but in the economics of each 
particular epoch." 

Marx is not an out and out mater- 
ialist ; he lays great stress on the con- 
scious class struggle and this pre- 
cludes the position of the materialist 
that all the deeds of men are deter- 
mined by physical forces and uncon- 
sciously by blind necessity. The con- 
sistent materialist takes away all free- 
dom of the will, and all self-conscious 
struggles to elevate the human race 
would be absurd. Marx is a material- 
ist in so far as he believes that the 
material conditions of life in ultimate 
analysis cause the progress and 
growth of society. 

There, are two versions of this the- 
ory, — first, that economic conditions 
are the ultimate cause of all history — 
just as other historians have ascribed 
sole importance to geographical and 
climatic influences ; in the second, also, 
the economic factor directs the cur- 
rent of history, but its influence is ex- 
erted through the medium of a class 
struggle, that is, the law of evolution 



is found in the existence of two classes 
antagonistic to each other. The second 
version holds as its characteristic ele- 
ment the class struggle. It is distinct- 
ly Marxian since it is an application 
of Hegel's dialectic method of thesis, 
antithesis and synthesis to human so- 
ciety. 

In human society men enter into 
certain relations for the purpose of 
production and exchange. The sum 
total of these individual relations con- 
stitutes the form of society. From 
being conditions of growth and ad- 
vancement, these forms become 
shackles upon production, and in- 
herent contradiction develops, and 
with inevitable necessity a form of so- 
ciety will result to conform to the 
changed method of production and 
distribution. The germ of the new 
society develops in the womb of the 
old society. To illustrate : In the pres- 
ent state of human evolution which 
socialists designate as industrial cap- 
italism there is an inherent contradic- 
tion — production is co-operative and 
carried on by means of concerted la- 
bor, yet the method of distribution 
and appropriation of products is indi- 
vidualistic. Individual capitalists ap- 
propriate the commodities of social- 
ized labor whereas in the next stage 
of human evolution there will be a 
socialized distribution of products 
ihrough the instrumentality of a democ- 
ratic cooperative commonwealth. 
That is the socialistic state owning all 
the means of production will own all 
the products, and uf>on the state will 



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devolve the duty of distributing the 
products observing the greatest pos- 
sible equality. 

The folloviring are examples of ex- 
planations of events in history by 
"Economic Determinism" as it is 
sometimes called. 

In Engels "Socialism, Scientific and 
Utopian" we read, "Calvin's predes- 
tination doctrine was the religious ex- 
pression of the fact that in the com- 
mercial world of competition, success 
or failure does not depend upon a 
man's activity or cleverness, but upon 
circumstances uncontrollable by him. 
It is not of him that willeth or of him 
that runneth but of the mercy of un- 
known superior economic powers ; 
and this was especially true of a per- 
iod of economic revolutions when all 
old commercial routes were replaced 
by new ones, when India and America 
were opened to the world and when 
even the most sacred economic ar- 
ticles of faith — the value of gold and 
silver, began to totter and break 
down." 

Aversion to earthly things taught 
by Christianity is explained by the 
material conditions of the old Roman 
Empire. Applying this to ethics 
Kautsky demonstrates the connection 
between a limited food supply and the 
categorical imperative to kill the old 
and feeble. Robert Rives La Monte 
in his latest work sets forth similar 
views. To quote his own words : 
"The ruling ideas of every age have 
been the ideas of its ruling class." 
This applies to ideas of right and 



wrong — commonly known as morali- 
ty — as fully as to ideas of any other 
kind. "Conduct that has tended to 
perpetuate the power of the economic- 
ally dominant class — since the in- 
crease of wealth has divided society 
into classes — has ever been accounted 
moral conduct ; conduct that has tend- 
ed to weaken or subvert the power of 
the ruling class has always been 
branded as immoral. There you have 
the key of the varying codes of ethics 
the world has seen. "Morality is in 
its essence a class institution a set of 
rules of conduct forced or inculcated 
for the benefit of a class. "Socialism : 
Positive and Negative." 

Concerning the changeableness of 
the moral code and its connection with 
the material conditions of life Bebel 
says : "As each social stage of human 
development has its own conditions of 
production so likewise has each its 
own code of morals which is but the 
reflection of the social condition. That 
is moral which is usage and that in 
turn is usage which corresponds with 
the innermost being, i. e. the needs of 
a given period." James Oneal in The 
Worker, December 2, 1905 writes in 
the same strain : "The material in- 
terests of the ruling class of every ag^ 
are reflected in the moral code of their 
time, and this code will be changed, 
modified, and adapted to suit the 
changing character of production even 
though the change be so rapid as to 
reverse in a single year the code of 
the previous year." 

Modern historians have rewritten 



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all history on a materialistic basis and 
have found in ultimate analysis the 
cause of every war from the Trojan 
War of Greek mythology to the Rus- 
so-Japanese War of yesterday to be 
founded on economic conditions — the 
need of outlet for the support of grow- 
ing populations, the hunger for col- 
onies, territory, trade routes, markets, 
etc. 

There is much truth in Marx's con- 
tention and this emphasis on the econ- 
omic factor in history is a natural 
reaction against the unreal closet phil- 
osophy which read all life in terms of 
intellectual speculation and consid- 
ered it beneath the dignity of history 
to take any regard of the manner in 
which men earned their living. But 
Marx exaggerated this revolutionary 
idea to an indefensible degree. This 
is best seen in the efiforts of his dis- 
ciples and interpreters who are forced 
to hedge and qualify, which is tanta- 
mount to admitting that Marx made a 
mistake. 

These men have increased the 
tenability of Marx's theory, but at the 
cost of its consistency. Marx started 
by declaring that conditions of pro- 
duction determined the whole super- 
structure of society — the intellectual, 
political, and religious phases of hu- 
man life being merely the reflection of 
the material conditions of production. 
To this factor of production Engels 
adds the conditions of exchange or 
distribution, and in later years he rec- 
ognizes the influences of the ideolog- 



ical forces, that is, the creative power 
of the human mind in controlling en- 
vironment, which formerly were 
looked upon merely as the reflex and 
effect of material conditions. 

Race is again elevated to the posi- 
tion of a primary factor in controlling 
the course of human history. In 
short, the attempt to find one pass- 
key that will unlock all the secrets of 
the past is silently and reluctantly 
abandoned. 

In fact, it is impossible to bring the 
whole gamut of human existence un- 
der the all-embracing power of one 
single principle. Human society is 
too complicated, it is a system of re- 
lations and correlations and the lines 
of division are not clearly drawn. The 
thirst for fame and power, religious 
aspiration, racial prejudice, sex attrac- 
tion, scientific curiosity, the instinct 
of play are as real and primary forces 
as economic environment. These all 
act and interact on the course of his- 
tory, sometimes one predominates, 
sometimes another, but a method 
which selects an isolated instance 
where the economic factor is conspic- 
uous, neglectmg all other causes, and 
frames a doctrine of the overwhelm- 
ing importance of this factor can lay 
no claim to scientific finality or com- 
pleteness. 

For instance, socialists find the 
cause of the American Revolution in 
the economic discontent of a sadly 
exploited people, rather than the ab- 
surdity of a free people consenting to 



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be ruled by a people no abler than 
themselves and three thousand miles 
away. 

Neither had the history of mankind 
been a history of class struggle. True, 
there was the war between patricians 
and plebians in ancient Rome, be- 
tween the landed aristocracy and the 
serfs in feudal society, and between 
bourgeoisie and proletariat today, or 
between capital and labor as it is com- 
monly known. There is an element of 
truth in Marx's contentions, but it 
gives such a distorted, perverted view 
of facts that his materialistic concep- 
tion of history must be qualified and 
conditioned into nothingness. 

So far as the economic factor has 
shaped history — and its importance is 
undeniable — it is impossible to show 
that this influence has always been ex- 
erted through the medium of a class 
struggle. Marx's emphasis on the 
class struggle, bailed by his followers 
as the most important contribution to 
the social theory made by scientific 
socialism, was in reality not a scientific 
deduction from facts but a survival 
of his a priori metaphysics. "His 
mind was so obsessed by Hegelian 
convictions of the dialectic character 
of mankind's development that he 
tried to fit the facts to the formula, 
and consequently for him the class 
struggle monopolized the whole econ- 
omic stage." 

"Certainly two great classes corres- 
pond to the Hegelian negation of ne- 
gation but this negation does not cor- 
respond to reality." 



The division into labor and capital 
is imperfect since one division in- 
cludes the other, as will be seen soon; 
but, assuming the truth of the division, 
it is untrue that each class is moved 
by and acts for its own economic in- 
terests. 

Witness the American workingmen 
supporting by their suffrage bosses 
and grafters. 

Kautsky, one of the greatest of So- 
cialists, angered at the failure of the 
English workingmen to play the rev- 
olutionary part staged for them by 
Marx bursts out : "Their highest ideal 
consists in aping their masters and in 
maintaining their hypocritical re- 
spectability, their admiration of wealth 
however it may be obtained, and their 
spiritless manner of killing their lei- 
sure time. The emancipation of their 
class appears to them a foolish dream. 
Consequently it is football, boxing, 
horse-racing, and opportunities of 
gambling which move them the deep- 
est and to which their entire leisure 
time is devoted." 

In the complexity of modern in- 
dustrial life men's relations cannot be 
confined to a single group. The strata 
of modern society are many, the cross 
sections innumerable. Geographical 
division, occupational interejst, color 
and racial differences cut athwart the 
symmetrical lines of the class struggle 
theorist. Scabs fight union men. 
Small shop owners fight trusts and 
monopolies. By means of the joint 
stock companies the laborers become 



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capitalists by investing their savings 
in commercial enterprises. 

Furthermore, it is only the optim- 
ism of Marx that can argue that clash 
of classes will lead not to chaos and 
relapse to low^er levels, as happened 
before in the w^orld's history, but to 
the triumph of the oppressed and the 
living happy ever after in classless 
Eden. Again we have the paradox, 
that class struggle and antagonism of 
interests is the only law of progress. 
But in the cooperative commonwealth 
there are no classes. Hence we are 
evolving toward a state of harmony 
plus stagnation. 

Again we have the queer contention 
that in all the preceding stages of 
society leading to the cooperative 
commonwealth, material environment 
controls the life of man with inev- 
itable necessity, but in the cooperative 
commonwealth the converse suddenly 



holds true, and the material forces be- 
come the servant of man. The mater- 
ialistic conception of history can lay 
no claim to being a science, since sci- 
ence investigates the eternal, immut- 
able natures and essences of things. 
It deals with necessary principles and 
seeks to know the truth which ever 
remains the same. Through the lapse 
of centuries the idea of circle, square, 
right triangle have ever remained the 
same. Neither will it avail Marx and 
Engels anything to concede that in 
the realm of mathematics alone there 
are necessary unchanging truths. All 
the sciences are intimately related 
and one forms the basis of another. 
What is true in mathematics is true 
in philosophy, which is the foundation 
of all sciences. 

HARDIN BARRY, A. M., '12. 

(To be continued.) 



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WOMAN IN POLITICS 



JUST what will be the effect of 
woman in politics, is a question 
that is receiving a great amount 
of the attention of the public. That 
she will be mixed in political affairs 
shortly, no one, or very few, will deny. 
In fact, in our own State, they are al- 
ready involved. I have made so bold 
as to put on paper a few personal ideas 
on the subject. 

Now, the woman might either sim- 
ply cast her vote on those political 
questions which confront the people, 
or she might, and from actual experi- 
ence it seems to be the greater proba- 
bility, enter actively into the political 
game and fight shoulder to shoulder 
with man. 

In the first instance the nation will 
not derive any benefit, for she is vot- 
ing and that is all. She may vote this 
way or that. In the final reckoning 
the status of affairs will remain un- 
changed. Let it be granted that she 
can influence man in questions which 
concern the highest good. It is at 
least equally true that man can per- 
suade her to adopt his view, even if it 
should prove the wrong. Hence, it is 
my contention, if woman is to be mere- 
ly a mechanical device which punches 
this or that ticket at stated intervals, 
she will not put politics on a higher 
plane. It will only give the tally- 
clerks a larger number of ballots to 
count. 



This sort of politics the majority of 
women will deny. They intend to have 
as much say in the government as 
man. They claim the only way to do 
this properly is to get out and com- 
pete with man. 

It is held to be only fair that they 
should have as much right to adminis- 
ter the affairs of government as man. 
They are every bit as important a 
factor in its continuance. Probably 
more so. Ay! and here is where the 
rub comes — if they would not in so 
doing weaken rather than strengthen 
the country. 

We are treading on treacherous 
ground when we come to prove the 
fact, whether or not, women should 
keep out of politics. But when you 
realize they are apt to defeat that end 
for which society was formed, viz. 
the protection and preservation of the 
masses, then you are inclined to hold 
the former opinion. 

Have not the women as much right 
to be free as man? Are they to be 
man's slave? Must they always 
drudge and toil around dull domestic 
affairs? These and many, many 
more are the questions put by the bel- 
ligerent suffragette to her opponents. 
And indeed we should not laugh at or 
deride her queries, for it is a fact that 
some of them are most reasonable. 

How would the man relish the idea 
of managing the house-hold affairs, 



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bringing up the children properly? 
This would necessitate remaining the 
best part of his time at home and his 
never meeting with the excitement of 
brushing up against the outside world. 

Ah ! 'tis well for you woman that so 
far you have not found it necessary to 
mingle in that of which you draw such 
a gay mental picture. Admitting it 
is a pleasing and exciting game for the 
man, would it prove equally fascinat- 
ing to the woman? Perhaps I have no 
right to answer the question. Never- 
theless, it appears to me, as I picture 
the present political fight for the pres- 
idential chair, if woman had to go 
through one-half the strain of such a 
campaign, she would be nigh unto 
death from physical and mental exer- 
tion. 

Are women as fit for political power 
and for the ruling of the State as men? 
One of the main essentials required in 
statecraft is rational discretion, i. e., 
the power of taking a cold abstract 
view of things. Man is much more 
capable of this than woman. Emotion 
will work upon her mind and cloud 
her road to strict justice. Nature has 
constituted her so, and nature acts 
with a purpose. If woman is anxious 
to cast aside such a quality, she is dis- 
owning a valuable attribute. The fact 
is, it is so innate in her that it does 
not seem probable or possible to sep- 
arate woman and this great emotional 
quality. 

The country depends for its exist- 
ence on naval and military power, di- 
plomacy, finance, mining, construc- 



tive, shipping and transport indus- 
tries, in none of which can women 
take part. Yet it is upon these matters 
and the vast interests involved in 
them, that the work, or better, the 
progress of the nation depends. 

What work is more noble and 
praiseworthy than that of the com- 
passionate worker for the down-trod- 
den unfortunate? Tell woman here is 
the chance for her if she wishes to get 
into public life. Will she jump at the 
chance? I think not. At one time it 
was the vogue for those females who 
were able, to perform many charitable 
works. They lessened the pains of the 
sick, refinanced the poor, and did all 
they could for the uplift of their fel- 
low creatures. 

This, to a great extent, is the fash- 
ion no more. That work is now left 
to burden the shoulders of the relig- 
ious orders. It is not fair to let the 
bulk of the weight rest on them, since 
they have also to teach the word of 
God, educate the young and do a multi- 
tude of other things. This makes it 
important for them to receive the help- 
ing hand of woman. 

How about the woman of today? 
What is her aim ? Is it for the best in- 
terest of the general welfare? That 
her intentions are good, I will not 
question. She looks upon the advent 
of woman in politics as an uplift for 
all, and principally for the rights of 
her down-trodden sisters. She is go- 
ing to become mannish so that she 
will be able to cope with man. 

Women now enter into all the 



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sports. Their attire is made to imi- 
tate that of the males. They are com- 
peting with him in the various busi- 
ness lines. That she is able to vie 
with many in many of these latter is, 
indeed, most evident. 

This should not surprise anyone. 
He who thinks that woman is not cap- 
able of possessing the same intellect- 
ual powers as man, is imbued with a 
wrong opinion. That she is not actu- 
ally so possessed at present does not 
disprove the fact. The gentle sex have 
been handicapped by nature with an 
inequality of opportunity. Where in- 
equality of opportunity exists there is 
no chance for a fair comparison. 
Hence the statement that man pos- 
sesses an intellect superior to woman 
is without foundation. 

Man makes a great mistake when 
he takes it for granted that official su- 
periority implies personal superiority. 
Take for example the contract view of 
society and extend it to the marriage 
contract. Is there any more reason 
why, in this contractual relation of 
two, the wife should be the inferior, 
than in a voluntary partnership of two 
men of business for a common ad- 
vantage, one should preside over the 
other? As far as personal superiority 
has to do with their position man can 
claim no advantage. He is even in- 
ferior in many things. 

It comes, then, to this: Man has 
certain perfections which fit him for 
special undertakings, whilst woman is 
possessed of particular qualities which 
are the exact counterpart of man's. 



Thus he is, as a general rule, active and 
progressive. He is the defender of the 
weaker sex; he is ever discussing those 
affairs which relate to the dealings of 
man with his fellowman. 

The woman beholds her co-partner 
at work in these active affairs. She 
looks on from within. She is able to 
see, from this vantage point, where 
there is a lack of wisdom, order and 
judgment. Naturally she uses her in- 
fluence for the good. This has al- 
ways been our idea of the true woman. 

The two sexes are the complement 
one of the other. If the one objects to 
perform those duties for which it 
it naturally fitted, evil is bound to 
result. Hence, it is very necessary 
that each should be content to work 
within its special sphere. 

No one is going to deny that there 
should be as near as is possible a just 
division of the labor. Do the women 
hope to obtain a more just division 
by taking on their shoulders an extra 
and overwhelming weight? This cer- 
tainly would seem to be a most unwise 
remedy. They hope to effect a cure 
by using a remedy which is more 
deadly than the disease. 

Now as to this question of women 
entering politics. Do they all or the 
majority of them desire it? I am very 
positive they do not. The larger 
number advocating suffrage are those 
who might be termed faddists. 

A child desiring some relish is re- 
fused, because he already has all he 
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with these faddists. They see man in 
a game which thus far they have been 
unable to play. Anxious to enter into 
it they immediately set up a clamor, 
claiming injustice, fraud, and unfair- 
ness. It might be well to note here 
that the majority of these women are 
as a general rule such as give little or 
no attention to those duties which 
their sex has been accustomed to per- 
form since the creation of the world. 
Because these duties appear disagree- 
able and burdemsome to some of them, 
should not be the cause for the jump- 
ing into a task which might wreak 
ruin on themselves and the nation. 

Why is it that man resents the 
entry of woman into politics? Are 
the men afraid they will be displaced 
by her? Are they afraid that she will 
control the government since she is 
in the majority? Does a man fear 
that after the ascendancy of woman 
he will be burdened with greater la- 
bors? Is it because it runs contrary to 
the custom of years? 

In looking these questions over not 
one of them seems to be a sufficient 
reason for his resentment. There are 
many more rhetorical questions of the 
same character, but these are no more 
valid than the above. 

Surely, then, there must be some 
weighty reason for his attitude. It is 
then my purpose to find out why his 
opinion is such. 

To do this I will first consider the 
moral uplift, which woman claims 
will be extended by her entry into 
politics, second, the intellectual up- 



lift which will be brought about by 
the broadening of her field of action. 

Let us first consider the moral up- 
lift. 

Our new-found politician is going to 
get out and run for office. Others will 
be out campaigning for their party 
favorites. Still others will be around 
talking over the various platforms, 
discussing which in their opinion 
should receive the support of the 
people. This they certainly must do 
if they would enter thoroughly into 
the political arena. 

Let us now see how much good 
the woman can produce by her debut 
into political afifairs. She assuredly 
could better the condition of working 
women by bringing about reforms for 
higher wages. Then, also, there 
would be certain official positions 
which she would be better fitted for 
than man. Those who were single 
would have a personal voice by cast- 
ing their ballot as to how great a tax 
should be levied on theiir property, 
etc., whereas, now they have no rep- 
resentative whatever. Then, also, 
those undertakings which lacked 
moral sanction ought to receive her 
negative vote. Thus it would certain- 
ly be death to such investments as 
race-tracks gambling, immoral places, 
gambling-dens and all their like. 

The number of affairs like the above 
which she could remedy is most nu- 
merous. That she would remedy 
them we cannot doubt, if her present 
nature is any criterion. But here is 
where the difficulty comes in. When 



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once woman enters into this field of 
politics as an equal to man, then must 
her whole nature be changed. Then 
must those undesirable affairs which 
she now fights from within, look or 
appear in a different light. Those 
things which were fought tooth and 
nail she now lets pass unnoticed. This 
is but the natural outcome of woman's 
mixing in the struggles and strife of 
the ruffian world. 

Can woman so change her nature? 
Is she capable of shielding and mak- 
ing herself proof against the battery 
she must face? Granted that it is pos- 
sible. Would the good, which we 
have seen above, she could accom- 
plish, be worth this great change of her 
nature? 

Facts seem to show that it would 
not. Think how much, indeed, the 
home life must suffer with this con- 
templated change. The two 'things 
cannot be carried at the same time and 
tended to properly. Consequently 
either the woman must not be bur- 
dened with the bearing and rearing of 
the race, or she must be relieved of 
some of the work by giving the care 
and rearing of the children to others. 

In the first instance the lack of off- 
spring would be keenly felt by the 
coimtry. Soon the inevitable would 
come to pass, viz.; the nation would 
be a thing of the past. 

Regarding the second statement — 
the giving of the care of the children 
to others, while they busy themselves 
with political dealings — this will sure- 
ly bring about a queer state of affairs. 



What being beside the mother could 
have the interest or welfare of these 
children at heart? It is under the 
mother's care and guidance that the 
young are reared into good respectful 
grown-ups. With this motherly in- 
fluence lacking the growing child is 
certainly handicapped. On the other 
hand the more true the mother is to 
her natural task the greater the num- 
ber of good citizens there will be to 
look out for the interests of all. 

Think again of that high respect 
with which man holds the female sex. 
In the new body politic that reverence 
and esteem would soon be lost track 
of. She contesting with man and he 
opposing her, all thoughts of higher 
things disappear. The party best fit- 
ted to bear the struggle must be tri- 
umphant. This would seem to rank 
the man as ruler. For when the above 
quality comes into play we cannot 
deny that man is the superior. If 
man's respect for the gentle sex be- 
comes less there is great danger for 
that high moral standing for which 
she has always been noted. 

Surely, then, after one has looked 
thoroughly into the question, he can- 
not say this so-called emancipation of 
woman will bring about a great moral 
uplift. There is a preponderance of 
evidence, on the other hand, to prove 
that morality would decline. 

Now to the second consideration, 
viz: the intellectual uplift. 

The weaker sex have from the 
earliest periods of human existence 
been confined to no education what- 



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ever, or to a very limited degree of it. 
Just w^hose fault this is I will not at- 
tempt to explain. It may be the 
man's, it may be the woman's, or it 
may be the fault of both. Yet this 
much is evidently true : if the women 
wish to follow educational pur- 
suits to the fullest extent, they should 
not be prevented. They ought to 
have every opportunity that is given 
to man. Is man so small as to deny 
them this? If so, it might be well for 
him to know that he is opposing an 
important good, — a good, indeed, 
which will prove a serious setback to 
the nation, if it is wanting. For if on 
the one hand the women are unedu- 
cated, will not their lack of good judg- 
ment, of good reason and all the other 
qualities that go with a well-trained 
intellect, be felt by the husband and 
children? On the other hand, the 
educated woman will, by her wisdom, 
foresight, and understanding, bring 
about the results most desired. The 
number of women now pursuing the 
higher intellectual pursuits shows that 
the latter statement is fully realized 
in our present day. 

Also, is it not the mother that has 
the first and most lasting influence on 
the child? If these influences be not 
of a high standard, how is it possible 
for the influence to be such? 

Therefore, it is plain that it is for 
the best interest of the nation, that 
woman's intellect should be highly 
developed. Yet it is rather rash to 



come out with the declaration that 
their entry into politics will broaden 
her scope of action and consequently 
her intellectual capacity. Granted 
that it will broaden her scope of ac- 
tion, granted, even, that her intellect- 
ual capacity will be increased, I ask, 
will this training of the intellect which 
she receives tend principally toward 
a good effect? It would seem not. 
Her intellectual benefits by this pro- 
cess will be obtained at a high cost 
and accompanied with a goodly 
amount of evil. 

That she can be educated without be- 
ing in politics is evident. That she can 
put this education to greatest ad- 
vantage in politics, is absurd. For 
intellectual development is primarily 
for the perfection of human beings. 
Any undertaking which is a misuse 
of it, should be thoroughly shunned. 
That it would be a misuse of woman's 
education to have them use it in 
political affairs, I have not the slight- 
est doubt. That it is so, the above 
facts will show. 

Hence, from the moral and intel- 
lectual side of the question, it would 
not be profitable for woman to enter 
into politics. 

In conclusion, let me add : That 
the law of the country is capable of 
improvement with regard to wom- 
en's just rights, I do not deny; that 
their entry into politics is the best 
solvent of the difficulty, I do deny. 

THOMAS J. RIORDAN, A. M., '12. 



68 THE REDWOOD. 

THE TIDE 



The fisherman sat in his fisherman's cot. 
In a fisherman s way he mused. 

Of a fisherman's life and a fisherman's lot, 
And a fisherman's words he used: 

'^An' oV Zeke, now, he's gone the ivay, 

That many have gone before; 
Boat found driftin', so they say, 

An' him a fioatin' cor' . 

"J. conquer in' spirit that oV Zeke war, 
As'ud weather the roughest blow; 

Through the lashing drink hed Bend his spar. 
Through the darkest night his bow. 

' 'An the creek seemed sorto' afavorin' him, 

Noiv that I stop to reflect, 
It 'peared to admire his fearless vim, 

An wish to win his resjyect. 

' 'I recollect ivell, when the run war low, 
An boats for months pulled light, 

Haui Zeke 'ud sail in on. the mornin bloio. 
With what hed caught at night, 

"An his tub 'ud almost ahvays float 

A haul right far from mean. 
An' its ofteri times Tve seen the boat. 

Heaped high with Chinook sheen. 

"A good heart too, he had, had Zeke, 

A grumblin like, an rough; 
But a coat beat bare, an a face 'twarnt meek, 

Hid humaner, nobler stuff. 



THE REDWOOD. 69 

'■'Right many a pal, as his luck unr bad, 

An' his home a needin of things, 
OV Zehe 'ud give him the last he had, 

He'd give him the sack an the strings. 

'^But a chap of 2)eculiar cast he war, 

Rather lone an dignified, 
With a distant-like an inscrutible air, 

With a smack of the deep-running tide. 

*'0f the tide that sprays through the ice-shimmej^ed gorge, 

That tricks through the timbered range. 
That burrows deep rock with an on-pressing forge, 

Till it gushes forth glad at the change; 

"That trips through the camjon an drips doicn the ridge, 

That roves from the lake an' the spring, 
An' ivith light lip-salute, 'neath a twig-twined bridge, 

Steals together aicay, awand'ring; 

''An' threads through the contours of mountain an dell. 

An frolics through forest an field. 
An broadens an deepens, in on-surging swell, 

With the life current other streams yield; 

''An' dashes dotvn cascades, through boulders an' crags. 

An' recov'ring itself, glides away, 
'Then with graver an placider movement half lags. 

As if seni^ing a soberer day; 

"An under, an wider, an' wider an' deep, 

'Gins to grmo as it moves along. 
Past field an past town, till it meets at its seep, 

With the sea in a low love song. 



70 THE REDWOOD. 



''There hroad it broods, ahoixt the shores. 

This sullen, moody tide. 
From the brim o' the brine, where the great green roars, 

To the half-walling mountain side. 

"An a secret deep in its breast it holds. 

The tale of its day's long course, 
When its life flushed quick in varied wolds; 

(Nought left but a tang of remorse.) 

''An Zeke, of Zeke, he war much the same, 

A secret, too he had, 
Of better days seen 'fore Fate made its claim, 

An left him stripped an' sad. 

' 'So a sympathy-bond seemed to hold them near, 

Gruff Zeke an' the gloomier tide. 
Each one alone an' each with a sere. 

An each with a secret to hide. 

But a treacherous soul has the deep-runnin tide, 
As it learns from the treacherous sea: 

An a death war the goal of a smiling night's ride: 
An' a dead man rots there in the ha. 

"An' us as respond to its beckoning wiles, 

Or its sullener moods dare to brave, 
As it lures with soft song an with radiant smile — 

It bares us its soul, an' the grave." 

And the deep-running tide, in its heartless, cold way, 

With a menacing moan it mncked. 
The blackening tale of a perfidious day. 

When a fisherman's death was f rocked. 

L. A. FERNSWORTH. 



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71 



THE ESSENCE OF A SHORT STORY 



Murstott, aside from possessing a 
most peculiar name, possessed a most 
peculiar personality. One could 
scarce term him a cynic, yet he was 
sopped completely in culture and 
George Bernard Shaw. One could not 
denominate him a progressive or a 
radical, yet aside from rank animal 
laziness, he stood, or believed he stood, 
in the forefront of that movement 
which makes that of iconoclasm seem 
a mere hubub of confused ideas and 
voices. 

In short, he was not a conventional 
radical, if such a paradoxical expres- 
sion could be used, yet neither does 
the opposite hold, a progressive con- 
servative. If one were to set him 
down as a nonentity, one would per- 
chance convey some inkling of his per- 
sonality. But, since this is not going 
to be a character sketch, and neither is 
intended as a discursive treatise on 
human nature, we can safely dismiss 
Murstott from our thoughts as far as 
personality goes, and set him before 
ourselves only as an important figure 
in the telling of this tale. 

The ashes of our cigars began to 
grow long, and the conversation drift- 
ed gradually from politics to religion, 
and thence to literature. Drama came 
in for its share, and it was all owing 
to the discussion of Brieux's "Mater- 



nity," that the question of climax 
came into the field. Parton claimed, 
and, being a critic, he knew whereof 
he spoke, that the placing of mental 
excitement, together with the climax, 
at the end of a drama, was bad con- 
struction. 'Faulty technique' was 
what he styled it. 

Murstott then broke in and asked if 
that were not the essence of a short 
story. I well remember the look on 
his face when he put the query. 

"Well, — um — um, no," answered 
Parton, "better say a finish after an 
anti-climax — take 'The Man Who 
Was,' for example. The climax there, 
is, who is the man? and after the set- 
tling of that issue, the summary rela- 
tion of what became of Dirkovitch, is 
only a tearing down, a sort of an after- 
taste to a cloyed palate — say, a bit of 
literary polish. 

"Although that was Kipling, I can't 
agree. Not that I'm egotistical — why, 
hang it — the French school, that's 
what I mean." 

"Give us an example," I chimed in. 

"Can't do it," muttered Parton. Im- 
possible — save, perhaps, 'The Neck- 
lace', and we have Boule de Suif to off- 
set that." 

"Here, I'll show you in the shortest 
possible fashion, namely by example," 



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We each took a fresh cigar, and 
Murstott began : 

"We'll say in a certain town of 

S , there lived a man that had a 

son. Nothing particularly extraordin- 
ary in the fact, but, anyhow, he had 
one. Now, this man was rich, quite 
rich — also nothing very extraordinary, 
and to complete the rather common- 
place detail, we'll say that the son had 
a "flame" which, to carry out the 
word, was rather lurid. 

"She was tall, exceedingly well 
formed, features somewhat oriental, 
dark hair, dark eyes, and possessed of 
a rather sensuous manner, that would 
attract any young man, even if he 
were not rich. Now this Lady Rebec- 
ca had several business connections, 
each of a rather dubious nature, so, to 
make all ends meet, she centralized 
the system, and the horses ran accord- 
ingly. 

"Amongst the many friends that 
this lady needed, and many are needed 
in that profession, was one that occu- 
pied an important position in the old 
man So-and-so's office. 

"Now, the boy was perfectly straight 
— that is, he was never arrested for 
speeding, never flunked in his studies, 
and, after procuring a diploma, he set- 
tled down rather quietly into an un- 
der-clerkship in 'Dad's' office. But 
all the while, let us say, the flame kept 
burning. 

"But, for the sake of Parton, it is 
necessary to enter into the previous 
life of the old man, and to touch slight- 
ly on his character. His earlier life 



was spent in an effort to gain wealth, 
and, at that period, the sowing of wild 
oats, and later the reaping, were in 
vogue. Therefore, we will gloss over 
events, and say that every once in a 
while certain disreputable persons, 
would call on him, asking for money 
or this or that. Sometimes it was 
granted, but if stocks were up or 
down, the 'persona non grata' was 
liable to put in his appearance and up- 
set the whole place, often crying and 
bewailing his fate, and the ingratitude 
of mankind. 

"Along in the Autumn of a certain 
financially depressed, or rather de- 
pleted year, there was one John Har- 
kins, an old-time co-sower in the field, 
turned up, and, after persistently ask- 
ing for succor, was given work, much 
against his will. 

"Now, at this time, you see, we 
have in our little sketch the following 
dramatis personae: An old, rich, and 
formerly rakish, father, a well-mean- 
ing but infatuated son (after the man- 
ner of a moth about a flame,) a former 
loose friend of the old man's, and a 
none too reasonable, responsible of- 
fice clerk. Thus five personalities 
given, and the crux of our plot is here 
to be unfolded. 

"About this time several cash short- 
ages were put in evidence at the of- 
fice, and they become so frequent and 
gradually amounted to so much, that 
the old man's attention was called to 
them. 

"Well, to say that he was disturbed, 
would be scarcely correct, but if one 



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73 



would say that he was filled with a 
passionate, chortling desire to catch 
the miscreant, that might approach 
more nearly his frame of mind. But 
there was a hitch in the old gentle- 
man's asking aid of the police, and it 
was this . The chief of police was his 
sworn political enemy, and pride was 
the greatest constituent in his psycho- 
logical makeup. Consequently he pon- 
dered for several weeks upon the mat- 
ter, all the while the pilfering going 
on ; and he was about to conquer his 
pride and ask the assistance of Major 
Bailey, the chief, when, on mentioning 
it to his attorney, that worthy repre- 
sentative of our legal system burst 
into a loud guffaw. 

"'Nothing simpler; why the same 
thing's happened in a dozen offices — 
happened even in mine. I tell you 
how I landed them. It took no de- 
tectives, but plain common sense. I 
merely set a flask of good whiskey on 
my desk, and put into it a little knock- 
out stiffener. The next morning I 
came, and there was my man. The old 
fool of a janitor. Prosecute him? No. 
Just gave him some good advice and 
fired him. So you see nothing could 
be more simple.' 

" 'Capital,' thought the old gentle- 
man. 'I really can't see why the 
scheme did not suggest itself. Come 
to think about it also, my desk de- 
canter has been running rather low of 
late, much too low in proportion to 
my demands upon it. Furthermore, 
that clerk at the receiving desk has 
been rather blear-eyed of late. Um ! 



Natural causes always produce natur- 
al effects.' " 

Here Murstott broke off. His cigar 
had gone out and he paused to relight 
it. After a few satisfying and succu- 
lent puffs, he continued : 

"The old chap did act on the sug- 
gestion. He even went so far as to 
buy the stiffening himself. And to be 
sure that no one but himself should 
have the credit of apprehending the 
culprit, he filled the decanter, set it 
on top of his desk, and, after remain- 
ing in the office longer than was his 
wont, finally left the building, and or- 
dered the chauffeur to drive to the 
club. 

"There, amidst the talk of several 
old youngsters like himself, mostly 
dilettantes in the financial set, and 
deeply engrossed in his favorite game 
of euchre, he forgot entirely the epi- 
sode until an attendant called his name 
out for the 'phone. 

"He excused himself, went into the 
'phone booth, and shortly after came 
out, all asmile. 'Well, gentlemen,' he 
said, 'I've got a surprise for you. Lit- 
tle you thought that I was a detective. 
Well, I am, I'll tell you.' Here he 
proceeded to relate the entire incident. 
General interest was aroused over the 
recital, and nothing would do but that 
they must all jump into their ma- 
chines and ride down to the office, 
where the janitor had just 'phoned 
that the burglar was lying prone upon 
the floor. 

"They were soon there. The night 
boy took them up in the elevator, and 



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the janitor, in company with an offi- 
cious-looking policeman, admitted 
them to the office. They started to- 
ward the inner office, and, as they did 
so, the old man with great familiarity, 
went ahead of them, and touched an 
electric button. Immediately the room 
was flooded with light, but, almost 
simultaneously, he uttered a piercing 
shriek, gazed fixedly for a moment at 
the easily discernible dead man, and 
collapsed. 

"One of his companions rushed for- 
ward to catch him as he fell, but he 
was too late. Naturally, he let his 
eyes rest on the contorted figure in 
the office and then turned hurriedly, 



and with amazement written glaring- 
ly on his face, he exclaimed pitifully 
to the wondering group, 'My God, 
what a mistake ! He has poisoned his 
ozvn son.' " 

* * * 

To say that we enjoyed the tale is 
not necessary, and to say that Murs- 
tott enjoyed it also, is furthermore 
unnecessary. In fact, he fairly radi- 
ated with joy, and exclaimed glibly. 
Come, now Parton, be truthful. 
Deny to me, if you can, that the es- 
sence of the short story is in the end 
climax." 

RODNEY A. YOELL. 



THE REDWOOD. 



75 



"KELLEY OF THE MOUNTAIN DIVISION" 



THE "Mountain Division" was 
the roughest part of the system 
in those days and accordingly 
the most hardened men available were 
employed. The superintendent, Mi- 
chael McGinnis, was an Irishman, of 
course, and as most Irishmen was a 
good leader. But he lacked tact, and 
that is probably the link that bound 
him to little Jack Kelley, the "caller." 

Nobody knew Jack's history, or 
even where he hailed from, but they 
all respected him, and he was the one 
person who could influence the men 
and still remain on their level. He 
had applied to McGinnis for work two 
years before and had been put in the 
shop as a helper. But the work was 
too heavy for him, and, being an all- 
round favorite, he had been made the 
first caller on the Division. 

This was in '92, and the floods of 
that date are as vivid to the veterans 
of the Division, as if they had hap- 
pened only yesterday, and there are 
few of the "old uns" who will not de- 
light in telling you how "little Jack" 
Kelley, the caller, saved No. 9. Jack 
is superintendent of the same Division 
today, and he is one that does'nt for- 
get old friends. 

It was late in August, and the heat 
had been almost unbearable for some 
time past. It started to rain on the 
twenty-eighth, and it rained, and it 



continued to rain for six whole days. 
The small creeks were raging tor- 
rents, each canyon and gully had its 
own small rapid and the "cuts" were 
flooded to overflowing. It was noth- 
ing unusual to have a few bridges 
washed out every year, but this time 
it was not only the bridges but the 
roadbed of almost the entire Division. 
Men were rushed in from outside 
points, and in a comparatively short 
time had the track and bridges re- 
paired enough to withstand light traf- 
fic. But things just wouldn't go right. 
The track would no sooner be re- 
paired than a landslide would cover it 
with tons of dirt. McGinnis swore, 
the men swore, and Jack lost his 
smile, — which was an evil omen. 

However, the weather cleared up 
for a spell and things began to look 
bright again until that eventful night 
of September 12. Everybody was 
tired, and wherever it had been pos- 
sible a man was given a day off, on 
full pay, as a recompense for the hard 
work and fatigue he had endured dur- 
ing the floods. 

The operator and "little Jack" were 
the only ones that met No. 9 that 
night. She had pulled in at 10:33 with 
her usual five coaches, consisting of 
two mail cars, a combined baggage 
and express car, a day coach and an 
early model of the Pullman palace car. 



76 



THE REDWOOD. 



The locomotive was quickly changed 
and with time to spare, she pulled out 
at 10:40. 

The operator and Jack repaired to 
the station to enjoy one of their night- 
ly chats, and had just settled them- 
selve near the fire when a frantic call 
from Laramie pounded into the sound- 
er. The operator answered and the 
message was ticked off, H-O-L-D — 
N-I-N-E— C-O-B-B-L-E— C-R-E-E-K 
— B-R-I-D-GE— O-U-T. This stun- 
ning news nearly paralyzed both, for 
Jack had picked up the code in knock- 
ing about the station. 

Cobble Creek lay exactly between 
them and Rawlins. There was no 
chance for her to be flagged, for the 
track walkers had toth reported and 
were to be picked up in the "cut." 
Every minute counted. Jack was the 
first to recover from the shock, and 
diving out of the station across the 
track he climbed to the cabin of 342, 
the immense engine that had just 
pulled in with No. 9. There were two 
Mexicans engaged in banking the fire 
for the night, and ordering them to 
"steam up" he took his position on 
the "hogger's" seat. 

His tone had compelled instant 
obedience, and the men shoveled for 
dear life. There was enough steam to 
get her out to the main line, and this 
he did. Waiting for one of the Mex- 
icans to close the switch, he opened 
the th'ottle. 

Slowly they gained headway. The 
gauge registered 140 and was slowly 
creeping up. He let out notch after 



notch until he was making about 
forty miles. The gauge crept to one- 
fifty, then to one-fifty-five — and the 
speed increased accordingly. 

Cobble Creek was sixty miles away, 
and Nine had orders to make only 
twenty-five miles along the dangerous 
sections. This meant that he could 
not overtake her less than eight or ten 
miles from the Creek, considering the 
start she had, reckless of life as he 
might be. 

The gauge registered one-eighty and 
the valve "popped". The weight was 
moved out a few notches at his direc- 
tion, and this meant about twenty 
pounds more of steam. 

The big black monster rocked and 
rolled. It was next to impossible for 
the two Mexicans to keep their feet in 
the gangway, but they did it somehow, 
strung tense by the claim of the hour. 
There was plenty of water, but the 
coal was running low, indeed too low 
for comfort. They were using eight 
or ten tons an hour, and there were 
less than six left. 

Jack wondered if those tail-lights 
would ever appear. He did not know 
where he was. He could distinguish 
nothing about him. He must at least 
have gone thirty miles, figuring from 
the coal and water used. 

He tried to plan, to think. How 
would he stop her? Would the "hog- 
ger" see them? But it was all useless. 
His brain was dazed by the rush, roar 
and reponsibility. 

He again strained his gaze to pierce 
the inky blackness before him. Did 



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77 



his eyes deceive him? Were not the 
green tail-lamps directly in front, peer- 
ing at him like the eyes of some great 
monster? He called one of the Mex- 
icans to his side. Yes ! There she was 
in front of them, if they were only in 
time ! 

He lit fusee after fusee and threw 
them from the cab window. He blew 
the whistle incessantly, but to no ef- 
fect. His own roaring iron steed was 
gaining fast — and would soon plough 
into the rear coach. 

It took Jack only a minute to de- 
cide. Releasing the throttle to one 
of the Mexicans, he climbed past the 
belching smokestack, and took his posi- 
tion above the cow-catcher, holding fast 
to the scorching crown-plate. 

The Mexican was to slow down as 
they approached, and was to ram 
them as easily as possible that Jack 
might effect a safe landing. 

A hundred yards still remained. 
Would they be in time? The distance 
was cut in half. They were going 
slower now, and it seemed as though 
ages came and went during those 
short seconds. Only a few feet re- 
mained. He made ready for the leap. 
His own life and the lives of the crew 
and passengers of No. 9 depended 
on it. 

The time had come. Crouching to 
his knees, he jumped. Would he make 
it? He barely touched the top of the 



platform gate. He felt himself slip- 
ping. But no — his hands firmly grip- 
ped the second bar, and realizing the 
fact he pulled himself up, stood on 
the platform at last, grasped the 
bell cord, gave two long pulls, and 
waited, what seemed days and days to 
him. He gave two more and felt the 
attack of the air brakes on the wheels. 
He had done his work. 

The crew ran back to demand an ex- 
planation from their pursuers. The 
Mexicans told as much as they knew 
and directed them to the rear plat- 
form where Jack was found in a dead 
faint from mental and physical ex- 
haustion. 

A little whiskey brought him around 
somewhat, and he explained matters 
and relapsed again into unconscious- 
ness, remaining between life and 
death for two weeks. But greater 
things than this were outlined for him 
and he pulled through safe and sound. 

The bridge was found to be com- 
pletely destroyed, and the train had 
been stopped just in time, for only a 
six mile straight-away stretch re- 
mained to be covered. 

There were no Carnegie medals in 
those days, for if there had been Jack 
would have had one, but he has the 
satisfaction of knowing that he is 
classed among the heroes of the 
Mountain Division in the early 90's. 
FRANCIS G. MATSON. 



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EDITORIAL 



Prison Reform 
in California 



The recent action 
of Lieutenant - Gover- 
nor A. J. Wallace in 
respect to the paroling of prisoners 
and the commutation of death sen- 
tences to life imprisonment, has pro- 
voked hearty disapproval, especially 
amongst the legal profession. 

Not more than a year ago an ex- 
convict, by the name of howry, wrote 
a continued article in the San Fran- 



cisco Bulletin, under the title of "My 
Life in Prison." Low^ry had just fin- 
ished his second term at San Quen- 
tin for burglary ia the first degree, yet 
his articles agitated the reading pub- 
lic to such an extent that the afore- 
mentioned paper saw a grand oppor- 
tunity to excite a popular movement 
for prison reform. Since that time 
the parole board, together with the 
acting governor, have pardoned any 



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number of thieves, cut-throats and 
yegg-men, and are continuing so to do 
despite the sentiment of all the sane- 
minded citizens of California. A 
dozen or more have already broken 
their parole and are wandering over 
the country wheresoever they will, a 
menace and a detriment to society. 
Yet the lieutenant-governor goes on 
oblivious to all protests, and no one 
knows where he will stop. To 
show how far he has gone in this mat- 
ter, the case of Jack Ortega will suf- 
fice to convince the most skeptical 

Ortega, whose crime was so hideous 
that the details were forbidden publi- 
cation, was sentenced by Judge Lori- 
gan, in San Jose, to life imprison- 
ment, despite the fact that he boasted 
they would never get him there . Dur- 
ing his sojourn at the state peniten- 
tiary he figured as a ring leader in a 
dining-room riot, which was one of 
those "near break-aways." After serv- 
ing but eleven years on a life sentence 
he was paroled by our acting gover- 
nor, and the very excellent reason 
given was, — good behavior ! Today 
he walks the street a free man, a dan- 
gerous burden upon our state. 

There is also a popular agitation 
on foot to abolish capital punishment, 
and to this end the lieutenant gover- 
nor has not only deferred all dates of 
execution, but has no later than a 
month ago, commuted the sentence of 
that infamous uxoricide, Figueroa. 
This kind of an action is an open and 
hearty invitation to crime. These 
men are moral perverts and deneger- 



ates who are criminals "bred in the 
bone." They are a burden to society 
and owe it the debt of a life. Our 
honorable lieutenant- governor over- 
looks the truism that justice is es- 
sentially retributive and that the 
quicker we dispatch this kisd of 
men the better for society it will be. 
A law without a sanction is no law at 
all, and since the love of life is the 
greatest deterrent to murder and 
crime, what would be the state of af- 
fairs if this greatest of all sanctions 
were removed? 

Does Lieutenant-Governor Wallace 
know better than the judge and jury the 
evidence submitted in that case? Does 
not the law of California read that 
murder is punishable by death or life 
imprisonment? If the honorable 
judge and jury, knowing well every 
fact of that case, sentenced him to 
death, when they had another alterna- 
tive, whence comes this I-know- 
better-than-you from the governor? 
This is destructive of our system of 
rendering justice. It goes behind the 
jury and undermines that sense of 
responsibility which is essential to 
the careful sifting of evidence. Yet 
we suppose that with the present ten- 
dencies "we must slap the criminal on 
the wrist and send him to Sunday- 
school." 



International The Turko - Italian 
Peace and the war was no sooner over 
Balkan War than Europe plunged 
herself anew into another sanguinary 
struggle, which, at best, bids fair to 



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last for some time and to demand its 
awful toll of human lives. Yet lovers 
of peace do not look upon this bloody- 
sacrifice of innocent lives vi^ith aban- 
doned hopes. All know that the 
roots of the present struggle have 
been growing for centuries, and they 
do not expect to accomplish their task 
of international peace in a day. They 
do not even aver that the present dis- 
pute could have been settled by ar- 
bitration, although, no doubt, the situa- 
tion would have taken a far less serious 
aspect had there existed a "concert 
of powers" for that purpose. 

But there is one thing certain. 
Turkey, with her ancient rule of 
tyranny and oppression, has forced 
upon the modern mind the necessity 



for greater steps in the movement for 
international peace. No man, in this 
enlightened age, can look upon this 
human slaughter, sending up its 
costly sacrifice of hundreds of lives, 
without a shudder of horror. 

The nation should reflect the char- 
acter of its individuals, and we are sure 
that the average citizen of any nation 
is none too willing to give up his life 
of domestic happiness to throw him- 
self into the face of death for a cause 
of which he knows practically noth- 
ing. But so long as tyrannous laws 
of conscription and greedy interests 
exaggerate the actual condition of af- 
fairs, the promoters of international 
peace have an almost insurmountable 
barrier to pass. 



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As winter approaches, and the chil- 
ling winds of autumn are fast denud- 
ing the trees of their multicolored fol- 
iage, we followers of the path of learn- 
ing are forced to leave the campus and 
while away our vacant hours by read- 
ing and perusing books of various na- 
tures, which can not help but leave 
their impression on the current output 
of college journalism. 

Therefore it is not surprising that 
our Exchanges hold this month, more 
than usual interest. There is only 
one drawback, however, to our utter 
enjoyment of our contemporaries, and 
that is the paucity of good verse. 
There is no reason for this but, it is 
to be noted in passing that the defec- 
tion is general throughout "Exdom" 
and is probably due to a lack of ap- 
preciation of poetry when it does ap- 
pear. 

"The Haverfordian" 
Haverfordian presents itself to us, 
as an old and ever wel- 
come friend. In its dignified pages we 
have read some of the best undergrad- 



uate literature that we have come in 
contact with. The October number 
is no exception to the rule. We note 
in this issue a story entitled "The Soul 
of the Dragonfly". There has been a 
tendency in college publications of 
late to turn to foreign themes as the 
subjects of short stories. Particular- 
ly is that of Japan, and the Japanese 
element handled. Frequently the re- 
sult of poor comprehension, shown in 
the lamentable unnaturalness of style, 
is the marring of an otherwise inter- 
esting and readable plot. Not so how- 
ever is the above mentioned story. 
The author, a Japanese, has given us 
the true concept of Japanese psychol- 
ogy, and better still has placed it in 
a clean pure semi-poetic English 
phraseology, that is charming to read, 
and a pleasure to review. If the au- 
thor still continues to write, we look 
forward with expectation to any pro- 
duct of his pen. 

"The Song of the Headland" is a 
poem that has the proper sweeping, 
lusty meter that is essential to 
such a subject but not often found. 



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The diction is suggestive of the time 
of the theme and is on the whole rath- 
er choice. The Death of a Saint is 
also good, but runs a little too much 
into the studied. Good verse is never 
stiff, — rigid, firm, yes, but not iaflex- 
ible. The Editorials of the book are 
well written. However, we would 
suggest to the Editor more matter, as 
the table of Contents is rather short. 



Georgetown The Georgetown Col- 

College lege Journal offers us 

Journal in the October num- 

ber a wealth of good material, particu- 
larly in the field of the essay. For a 
brief concise refutation of the subject 
the article on Socialism is one of 
the best we have ever had the pleasure 
of reading. It combines brevity with 
cogency, a great point in its favour. 
"Francis Thompson" a short "sketch" 
on the poet shows a studied, keen in- 
sight into the author's work, but we 
like not an over abundance of praise, 
that almost touches the point of gush- 
iness. 

Another extremely enjoyable con- 
tribution was that which tells of the 
work done in oriental waters by the 
eminent and noble scientist Father Al- 
gue S. J. The photographs published 
helped materially in adding interest 
to the paper. The verse of the book is 
plentiful, but with the exception of 
"Mother Memories", not overly com- 
mendable. 



Vassar Mis- ^^^ ^^''^'* ^^'^^^'- 
cellany '^"^ ^^^ November 

still continues to add 
lustre to the university which it rep- 
resents. Having a long and judicious- 
ly selected contents, it has always 
ranked as one of our best and most 
favoured exchanges, and it is with 
pleasure we note that the abovemen- 
tioned number still continues to up- 
hold the high standard of the periodi- 
cal. 

The opening poem "To Andrew 
Lang" is a worthy need of encomium 
to that noted literary personage the 
fair and "Brindled Andy". So nicely 
do the lines read that we think the 
"Redwood's friends will enjoy it. 
Therefore we print it below. 

For a literary appreciation that has 
warmth of expression and a careful 
judicious not overly enthusiastic tone 
to it we greatly admire "The Ameri- 
canism of Mark Twain's Humor". 
The author has grasped the salient 
and interesting points of the subject 
matter and has used them to their ful- 
lest extent without being too exhaust- 
ive. In all it is clearly and nicely writ- 
ten. The story "The Hangman's 
Rope" is a bit amateurish, but has a 
well conceived plot that makes for its 
success. "The Mirth Power", a poem 
is delicately written so far as diction 
goes, but is a little detracted from by the 
uneven metre. "Tipping the Balance," 
a story, is also deserving of favorable 
notice, and it may therefore be said, 
that taken "in toto" the book is en- 



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riched by several good poems, a good 
essay, and interesting stories. What 
more can a disgruntled reviewer de- 
sire. 



University of Again the University 

Virginia of Virginia magazine 

Magazine commends itself to our 

attention. It has betvv^een the covers 
of the October number an unusually 
good quality of short stories and sev- 
eral good bits of poetry, besides prop- 
erly edited departments. The story 
"John Gaunt", we find to be extremely 
interesting and on the whole well 
written, but we think that a more nat- 
ural and less studied diction would 
improve the tale to a great extent. 
"Sandy" is a little story, however, of a 
different nature. Cowboy stories are 
common enough, but in some way or 
another this one strikes a rather un- 
common note, we can't say just where, 
but anyhow it rings true. The hand- 
ling and technique of this story is 
artless, and free, two characteristics 
that young authors should strive after. 
But of all the stories that we have 
seen this year, we place at their head 
"The Sobbing Bell." Well written, 
unexaggerated, and with just suffic- 
ient touches of local colour to make 
the "placing" stand clear, we can give 
nothing but praise to an author who 
has told an old legend in a new, ac- 
ceptable and unpedantic fashion. The 
poem "Summer Rain" is dainty but has 
a short meter that is rather inharmon- 



ious. We liked "Grief" as it has an 
element of real pathos in it. We also 
would say a word of praise in behalf 
of "For Pierrot the Dispirited", but 
Tenthnedo, we can not appreciate. It 
may be that our taste is at fault, but 
even then cheap, forced, pessimism is 
obnoxious. 



linian" 



Again we turn the 
pages of an old fam- 
iliar friend, this time 
"The Carolinian" of the University of 
South Carolina. Needless to say we 
were not disappointed, for although 
the contents are somewhat meager yet 
on the whole they are rather choice. A 
pretty bit of verse, following an old 
French form, is cleverly handled, as 
is a small one act playlet. In the lat- 
ter, the only fault we have to find, is 
its length. There is too much matter 
crowded into too small a space. 

The essay "Paternalism in Govern- 
ment" is good and gives forth several 
sentiments that could be well taken 
by our legislators. It is written in a 
dignified smooth style that pleases the 
reader, hence its worth. 

But here we run up against a snag. 
"A Reminiscence" purporting to be a 
story is in reality a rather cheap imi- 
tation of indelicate writers. Not that 
the tale is most indelicate, yet it deals 
with a clandestine love affair of a 
monk, and a girl with the usual result. 
The end can be clearly seen by any 
discerning reader, and thus the only 



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excuse to exist is taken away. Also, 
in the brief space allotted to him the 
author manages to demonstrate his 
complete ignorance of things monkish 
and, therefore, all that can be said of 
the thing is that it is inane and ridic- 
ulous. 



And here our reading ends. Not that 
there is any dearth of matter, yet space 
forbids. We should like to review the 
Tattler, from Randolph Macon Uni- 
versity as it contains many fine stories 
yet a limit must be set, and hence all 
we can do is mention the reception of 
the following: — "The Notre Dame 
Scholastic", "The Ave Maria", "The 
Chaparral", "The Holy Cross Pur- 
ple", "The Solanian", "The Young 
Eagle", "The Villa Marian", "The 
Dial". 



We have also received from The C. 
Wilderman Co. a copy of their new 
edition of the Catholic Bible. The 
type is new throughout and remark- 
ably clear, the paper is strong and a 
pleasure to the touch, while illustra- 
tions and colored maps add not a little 
to make reading most inviting. Be- 
sides, there is rather more comment- 
ary and notes than is usual, which will 
be welcomed by all readers. The 
price has been made to suit all buyers, 
from $1.00 in substantial cloth up to 
$6.50 on excellent Oxford India paper. 
C. Wilderman & Co., Barclay St., N. Y. 



TO ANDREW LANG 

Now speeds the craft before the singing 
wind 
Light blown as thistledown, a breath of 

cloud, 
And purple sea mist is the only shroud 
Of him it carries, for the gods are kind 
Unto their bards, and lonesome death they 
give. 
Ajoyous journey o'er a friendly sea 
To far lands where in immortality 
Bards of true romance untroubled live. 
Now speeds the craft and murmuring is the 
wind 
Of fair Greek gardens; iris bordered 

streams; 
Or of the Northland giants, and in the 
dreams 
And dross of legends to new gold refined. 
Of these he sang, of these whose souls he 

found. 
In silence, e're he gave them lasting sound. 
— The Vassar Miscellany, Nov., 1912. 



"The Black Brotherhood and Its Sis- 
ters," by Rev. R. P. Garrold, is an ex- 
ceptionally enthralling boys' story. In 
this story, perhaps, Fr. Garrold is at his 
best, for it is a reproduction of his long 
and varied experience with boys. 

The merit of this book is appareat 
from start to finish : from a literary 
standpoint, it is written in a plain, clean- 
cut, lucid style; its value is enhanced 
in great measure, too, by the success its 
author has, in speaking for his youthful 
heroes as they speak for themselves. In 
the second place the purpose or moral of 
the work is fully attained, and therefore, 
in this respect, we should do well to 



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class it not only as a boys' story, but also whatever its short-comings might be- 



as a work worth any body's reading. 
Lastly, we are glad to remark no 'dry 
spots' throughout the work; and also 
the marked harmony and union of its 
texture. "The Black Brotherhood" — 



has fulfilled the one great dogma of all 
art : it reaches its ends, without making 
itself known. Net $1.35. Benziger 
Bros,. N. Y. 



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A Successful 
Month 



October has come 
and gone, yet it leaves 
the memory of suc- 
cessful accomplishment behind, to 
buoy those of us who are apt to rest 
with "well enough" alone. If we pause 
and with one lingering look contem- 
plate what is past, we shall see that 
we are one furlong nearer the summit 
toward which all true, persevering en- 
terprise must needs lead. 

"Onward, onward, ever onward !" 
is the cry nature utters everywhere ; 
with every season she changes the 
robe of her pet child ; last month we 
saw bleak autumn's hand, pluck off 
the green, fresh foliage of those 
gnarled sentinels in the campus, — that 
have held their ground stanchly these 
sixty or seventy years. Soon winler 
will lollow on the heels of autum.n, 
and finally sweet spring will usher in 
the warmth of summer. So why 
should we dally alone making no pro- 
gress? Nature rebels at the very 
thought and cries, "Onward, onward, 
ever onward !" 

In all our undertakings last moiith, 
singular success has crowned effort. 
We could wish October to be the mod- 
el month on which to fashion the 
whole scholastic year. 



And then there is that joyful feeling 
coming from the knowledge of a 
thing well done, — a rest well earned. 
Regrets and doubts only accompany 
indifference and apathy, but meeting 
difficulties unflinchingly and trying 
once more where we fail is the true 
spirit which makes character, and the 
strife worth the fighting. The- ear- 
nest laborer that toils in the dusty 
heat of day, when noontime comes, 
devours his repast with a healthy, 
well-earned appetite and at night, in 
his cot, has long slumbrous sleep for 
his toil. Contentment, peace of mind, 
always follow the conscientious ac- 
complishment of every day's task. 



A Grand 
Victory 



The important event 
of the month was our 
grand foot-ball victory 
over Stanford's 'crack varsity' on Oct. 
23rd. Viewed from all sides, it will 
go down in. the history of the Univer- 
sity, as its greatest Rugby game. The 
details and main features of the game 
itself are treated elsewhere in this is- 
sue; we will confine ourselves to its 
broadest significance only. 

The fact that we have beaten Stan- 
ford's 'peerless fifteen', raises our ath- 



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letic standing to the highest, and in 
truth, paves the way for the establish- 
ment of permanent relations with both 
California and Stanford. 

For years the cry has been put forth 
that Santa Clara could not enter into 
the field of athletics the material neces- 
sary to cope with either of these two 
Universities, and that, therefore, per- 
manent relations as to scheduled 
games, were out of the question. 

But now U. S. C. has settled this 
question once and for all time ; we 
have shown that we can compete and 
take our place with the best athletic 
aggregations in the state. As a mat- 
ter of fact, this season we have met 
most of them and the scores show that 
out of ten games we have lost but one, 
to the 'Waratahs', who were the only 
team to cross our line. All the rest 
scored through penalties. 

This is the envied record The 
UniiVersity of Santa Clara has 
made thus far this season, and 
if all indications do not prove 
false, it will be a greater record 
when the season closes. It is no more 
than fair sportsmanship that we be 
given the same consideration Stanford 
and California give each other. 



^ J. , His Eminence, John 

Cardinal „ ,. .^ . .-^tt 

Farley's Visit ^^f""^^ ^^f^' Pf ^ ^: 
S. C. an mformal visit 

on November 7th. Yes, we are among 

the fortunate who have been privileged 

indeed, to see, to hear, to admire His 

Eminence, and therefore to reverence 

in ,him the Church and God. 



How much better are we for this visit 
of His Eminence in mind and heart ! 
Like the sun that illumes the oppressive 
darkness, cheerily discloses with his 
warm rays the beauties of nature ; he 
has dawned in our lives, lighting up 
afresh the beauties of the soul, and the 
unconquerable majesty of His King- 
dom. 

Lord Cardinal, we know what 
your great work has been ; with what a 
zeal and what a love you have preached 
the Living Faith to hundreds, thousands, 
nay, millions of truth-hungry souls. Go 
on while there is Hfe; lead us with that 
firm voice that knows not defeat, and we 
shall answer with our hearts. 



Entertain- 
ment 



On Oct. 31st. the 
Young Men's Soladity 
of Santa Clara gave a 
very elaborate and entertaining musi- 
cal in the University Auditorium, for 
the benefit and furtherance of the So- 
dality. 

The singing and piano solos were of 
a high order, while the quartet and 
chorus of twenty voices were encored 
again and again. Mr. J. Bacigalupi 
opened the musical with an eloquent and 
appropriate address. 



The men who made 
Trip to 'Los' the recent trip to Los 
Angeles with the foot- 
ball team returned with many obser- 
vations of the wonderful growth of 
that metropolis and the congenial re- 
ceptions tendered them by its people 
in general. 



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Santa Clara owes much to Los An- 
geles, which has furnished her with 
men like "Tommy" Ybarrando, C. 
Castruccio and many others who put 
that vim and enthusiasm characterist- 
ic of the southern city, into all their 
undertakings. Surely, more trips will 
be made by our teams as the popular- 
ity of the University increases with 
our southern neighbours. 

Special thanks are tendered to Mr. 
D. Cunningham, Mr. and Mrs. Frank 
Murray, Mr. and Mrs. J. Ferrario and 
Mr. and Mrs. J. O'Neill for their gen- 
ial hospitality. 



Home 
Industry 



The subject of our 
co-operative store is 
one on which too 
much cannot be said, since it is the 
financial source and support of our 
success in the field of athletics. To 
buy our sundry commodities here at 
this store, is to encourage real home 
industry and to further our own en- 
terprise, as all the profits revert to 
our athletic-fund. This should be 
borne in mind. It is real co-operation, 
and that is what we must have, if our 
whole college career means anything 
at all. 

Every little bit helps on the spirit 
of loyalty. And it is far from loyalty, 
if not intensely selfish, to look for a 
winning team and be proud of it and 
not to have done anything to support 
it financially. Every cent of profit is 



ours. The store is ours. It would be 
poor business for a merchant to pur- 
chase from another for his own use 
the very commodities he is trying to 
sell to others. 



Junior and The Junior and Mid- 

Midget get leagues have been 

Leagues working manfully. It 

affords us great pleasure to give 
them some encouragement in these 
pages, because it is from them that 
Santa Clara depends for her future 
'ruggers'. 

The fellows seem to realize this, if 
one can judge from the business-like 
way they lend themselves to the game. 
There is nothing to develop a stu- 
dent's whole intellectual and physical 
worth more than faithful 'work-outs' 
in Rugby. It is this well-known re- 
sult of the sport, that has given it its 
rank and place in educational institu- 
tions throughout the United States. 

The leagues are managed by Thom- 
as H. Davis, who has divided the 
Junior league into three teams, cap- 
tained as follows : Joseph R. Aurre- 
coechea, first team ; Louis W Blinn, 
secofid team ; and Walter S. Jackson, 
third team. 

The Midget league comprises two 
teams captained by William J. Bush, 
and Demetrio Diaz. Eighteen men 
will be chosen from each league at the 
end of the season, the Juniors getting 
a letter and an outing, the Midgets 
making their 'M'. 



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A. P. Hill of San Jose, an 
'60 old student of the '60s, who 

is president of the Sempervir- 
ens Club of California, and was a col- 
laborator with the late Father Kenna 
S. J., his friend of college days at San- 
ta Clara, in securing the California 
Redwood Park has recently been ap- 
pointed by the club to conduct the 
campaign for the securing of an ap- 
propriation for the laying out and 
building of roads through the Park. 



Edward White, B. S. 72 of 
'72 Watsonville still takes his 

part in helping to mould the 
political events of the day, with all 
the vigor and enthusiasm of youth. 
In the campaign just closed he was 
the adviser and chief worker of James 
B. Holohan of Watsonvile, toward se- 
curing the election of Mr. Holohan to 
the Democratic side of the National 
House of Representatives. Mr. Holo- 
han proved a most formidable con- 
testant as the count showed and car- 
ried his section of the district, even 



though defeated. Mr. White is still, 
as he has been for years past, one of 
the foremost apple growers in that 
favored apple producing section, the 
Pajaro Valley. 



'85 



Another position of high 
trust and honor has fallen 
to a Santa Clara student 
and the recipient is already making an 
excellent record. He is Thomas Mon- 
ahan. Ex '85, Mayor of San Jose, who 
took office last June. A newcomer's 
lack of information is the excuse for 
the failure to record it last month, as 
was due, especially since the occur- 
rence is so near to Alma Mater. May- 
or Monahan's clean-cut business pol- 
icy, and his far-sighted policy of de- 
velopment have already challenged the 
attention and the approval of his con- 
stituents. He is especially interested 
in the beautification of the Garden 
City, arid has inaugurated several 
steps in this direction. Most import- 
ant of these is his plan for creating an 
artificial summer lake in San Jose by 



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draining the Guadalupe River and 
using its water. The most important 
development project San Jose has ever 
faced is also being prosecuted with 
vigor with Mayor Monahan as a lead- 
ing factor. This is the creation of 
Port San Jose, which has for its ob- 
ject the placing of San Jose on the 
basis of a harbor town, by improving 
the head of San Francisco Bay for 
navigation purposes, and connecting 
the harbor thus created with San Jose. 



Harry Francis Sullivan, Ex 
'03 '03, contemplates the mar- 

riage altar soon. Announce- 
ments are out telling of his forthcom- 
ing marriage to Miss Mary Elizabeth 
Smith at Saint Agnes church, San 
Francisco, Tuesday evening, Novem- 
ber 19. The future Mr. and Mrs. Sul- 
livan will be at home at 868 Shrader 
street after December 15. Mr. Sulli- 
van is now in the employ of the 
Southern Pacific Company. He is the 
son of ex-chief Sullivan of the San 
Francisco Fire Department. 



Francis X. Lejeal, A. B. '07, 
'07 is the father of a baby girl, 

his first born, who came 
to his home in San Francisco in the 
latter part of October. As "Frenchie", 
Mr. Lejeal was a popular figure on the 
college campus during his college 
days. He is at present identified with 
the Braun-Knecht-Heinman Co., deal- 
ers in assay supplies and industrial 



chemicals, at 576 Mission street, San 
Francisco. Our chaplain. Rev. Father 
Boland, has been invited to christen 
the child, and will probably have done 
so ere the publication of this journal. 



Herman A. Budde, A. B. 
'07 '07, now holds a position in 

a general merchandise store 
in Tracy, California. Mr. Budde 
made an excellent record as a journal- 
ist after leaving college, and after hav- 
ing tasted most of the sweets the 
profession has in store for its devotees, 
has decided on a sedater life. Im- 
mediately after graduating he ac- 
cepted a position on the Oakland 
Tribune as a "cub". From a full- 
fledged reporter he graduated to the 
copy desk, whence he stepped by way 
of the assistant sporting editorship to 
the throne of baseball editor. In his 
labor Mr. Budde was ever mindful of 
his Alma Mater and never lost an op- 
portunity to advance her interests 
with his pen. He must also be given 
the credit for being the first to give to 
the public the interesting and valuable 
discoveries of Father Ricard with re- 
gard to sunspots, which have since at- 
tracted international attention. After 
leaving the Tribune, Mr. Budde made 
a tour of Europe and, upon returning, 
assumed his position at Tracy. Mr. 
Budde is a brother to Mr. Charles 
Budde, S. J., who was for several 
years stationed at Santa Clara, and is 
now at Gonzaga University, in Spo- 
kane. 



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91 



Ivo Bogan, A. B. '08 trav- 
*08 eled all the way from Tuc- 

son, Arizona, to Los Angeles 
some days ago, to witness the game 
between his Alma Mater and the Uni- 
versity of Southern California played 
there. The example of loyalty to the 
old school does honor to Mr. Bogan 
and gives inspiration alike to other 
alumni and to present students. Mr. 
Bogan is in the employ of the South- 
ern Pacific in Tucson. His father is 
county treasurer and one of the lead- 
ing men of the city, and owns a ranch 
near Tucson. As a student, Ivo Bo- 
gan was a member of Santa Clara's 
first Rugby team, in 1908. He played 
wing on the squad. He also wrote 
some excellent contributions, particu- 
larly tales with a Western color, for 
the Redwood. 



"Art" Shafer, Ex '08, a 
'08 ball player in the world's 

championship class, has re- 
turned to Los Angeles for the winter, 
after his third consecutive season with 
the New York Giants, with whom he 
plays regularly as short-stop. As a 
trophy of the recent championship 
series at New York and Boston, Mr. 
Shafer has a splendid 1913 Mercer 
automobile, which he bought from his 
share of the gate receipts. He proud- 
ly exhibited the machine to old stu- 
dents whom he met in the recent 
Southern game, where he was an en- 
thusiastic spectator in Santa Clara's 
rooting section. Mr. Schafer was a 



member of the history-making team 
that journeyed to Honolulu in 1908. 
He was a brother of the late Mervyn 
Shafer, captain of the team in that 
and the preceding year, whose 
death in the spring of 1909 w(as a 
source of heart-felt and universal 
mourning in the student body. 



Carl Herbring, Ex '09, is a 
'09 deputy in the office of Sher- 

iff Robert Stevens of Mult- 
nomah County, in Portland, Oregon. 
Besides being an officer of the law, 
he is also a lawyer. Mr. Herbring oc- 
cupies the position of confidential 
clerk to the sheriff, but occasionally 
girds himself with the shooting irons 
to join a posse of the regular thief- 
takers, in pursuit of some violator of 
the law. Mr. Herbring for some years 
attended the night law school of the 
University of Oregon, in connection 
with his work, and last Spring passed 
the Oregon bar examination with high 
honors. 



Edward Condon, Ex '09, 
'09 conducts one of the most 

finely appointed real estate 
offices of the city, in one of its choic- 
est locations, in Portland, Oregon. 
The office is located on a corner in the 
Multnomah Hotel, the leading hotel 
of the Beaver State metropolis. When 
the magnificent hostelry was opened 
last February, Mr. Condon immediate- 
ly engaged the corner as the future 
location of his business. His long- 



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sighted business acumen will probab- 
ly prove a big asset, as the location is 
one of the most desirable in a district 
that is rapidly becoming the financial 
center of Portland. 



John W. Maltman, A. B. 
'09 '09, visited familiar (and un- 

familiar) scenes on the cam- 
pus late last month. "Jack" is now the 
head of a thriving law firm in San 
Francisco, with headquarters in the 
Nevada Bank Building. 



It may interest many of the 
'09 students of more recent 

years to learn of the success 
with which Robert D. Murphy, Ex 
'09 is meeting. Something of the 
role of private capitalist is that which 
Mr. Murphy essays. Mr. Murphy 
is the owner of several excellent par- 
cels of land in various parts of the 
state through judicious investment, 
and he is now a factor often reckoned 
with in the transfers of fine timber and 
ranch tracts. But, while "Murph" 
has made good as a business man, we 
cannot refrain from voicing a slight 
disappointment in ourself and others, 
who dreamed that in the scroll of the 
Fates, Mr. Murphy had been written 
down a poet. Mr. Murphy makes his 
home in San Jose. 



Devereaux Peters, A. M. '10, 
'10 expects to graduate from the 

law department of Stanford 
University this year, and meanwhile 
is coaching that University's baseball 
team. On the Santa Clara team Mr. 
Peters was a team mate to Arthur 
Shafer and his late brother, Mervyn. 
Throughout his service on the team 
he maintained a record for the highest 
batting average on the team. After 
leaving Santa Clara he entered pro- 
fessional baseball, but did not find it 
to his liking. 



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John Wilson, B. S. '11, was 
among the visitors at the 
rugby match of the University of San- 
ta Clara vs. the University of South- 
ern California November 2 at Los An- 
geles. Mr. Wilson is in his first year 
of law studies in the law department 
of the southern university. 



J. Morrin and Edward Mc- 
'11 Donnell, Ex '11, brothers, 

who were students at Santa 
Clara for several years, are now at 
their home in Portland, Oregon. J. 
Morrin McDonnell is attending the 
law department of the University of 
Oregon, there, with a view to entering 
an Eastern institution next year, prob- 
ably Ann Arbor. 

L. A. FERNSWORTH. 



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With football in full sway at Santa 
Clara, much attention is being direct- 
ed toward the big game of the year. 
On November the 23rd Santa Clara 
and the University ;of Nevada will 
face each other in their first game of 
rugby, under the three years agree- 
ment between the two institutions. 
Judging from past records and per- 
formances, Santa Clara should emerge 
from the contest with the majority of 
points to her credit. However, these 
former games are not final tests, and 
the game itself will be the only means 
by which the respective merits of both 
teams can be judged. 

The game will be held on neutral 
territory, St. Ignatius grounds in San 
Francisco, having been agreed upon 
by both institutions as the proper field 
for battle. 

However, Santa Clara's rugby sea- 
son may not culminate with the play- 
ing of this game. The coast cham- 
pionship is still in doubt, and Santa 



Clara seems to be entitled to as much 
consideration as any of the other con- 
tenders. 

In past years the championship has 
been decided by the game between 
Stanford and California — the winner 
being awarded the championship. But 
Santa Clara has gained just recogni- 
tion by defeating the Stanford Var- 
sity, and also from the fact that her 
team has lost but one game this year 
— the Waratahs being responsible for 
the defeat. The rugby team has also 
a unique record — permitting no team 
in the ten games played, to cross her 
goal line, with the exception of the 
crack Waratahs, as mentioned above. 

Although there have been no steps 
taken in regard to this matter, yet 
Santa Clara hopes for the considera- 
tion due her, and in that event will, no 
doubt, give a very good account of 
herself. Should California be defeat- 
ed at the hands of Stanford it would 
entitle us to the championship, and on 



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the other hand, if Stanford is defeated, 
we can demand a game from Califor- 
nia to settle the dispute. 



S. C. U. 5, STANFORD SECOND 3 

Santa Clara on October the 19th, 
added one more game to her string of 
victories. The opposing team was the 
Stanford Second Varsity. The game 
from the start was an uphill battle for 
Santa Clara. When only five minutes 
of the initial half had passed Stanford 
made her first score, which was not 
overcome until the last ten minutes 
of play of the second half. 

In the first half the forward divi- 
sions of both teams showed up to ad- 
vantage, and the ball was continually 
going from one side of the field to the 
other. With play hardly begun, Stan- 
ford was awarded a free kick on ac- 
count of an illegal throw of the ball 
into the scrum. King was equal to 
the occasion, and with a well directed 
boot sent the ball over the uprights. 
This concluded the scoring in the first 
half. 

In the second half several changes 
were made in the Santa Clara team 
with satisfactory results, as this was 
the half in which defeat was turned 
into victory. 

With about ten minutes to play, 
Momson picked the ball from the 
ruck, and after a fifteen-yard run 
touched the ball behind Stanford's 
goal line. Captain Ybarrando was 
successful in converting the goal. Al- 
though Stanford then tried hard to 



overcome Santa Clara's lead, their ef- 
forts were of no avail. 

Conspicuous on the Santa Clara 
side was the work of Castruccio at the 
half back, and Flood and Curry on the 
wings. The good work of Melchoir, 
Ferrario and Sargent was also very 
noticeable at all times. 



S. C. U. 15, STANFORD VAR- 
SITY 10 

On October the 23rd the Santa Clara 
rugby team, accompanied by about 
seventy-five ardent supporters, left for 
Stanford Field to engage in battle 
with the Varsity. The result was 
hardly expected by the Stanford fol- 
lowers, yet they were willing to rec- 
ognize the superior work of the Santa 
Clara team. Santa Clara had played 
the best game of rugby ever played by 
a team sent out from the institution. 

Fumbling was the most apparent 
fault of the Cardinal team, although 
the passing was below standard, and 
the backs were not able to break 
through the Santa Clara defense. 

Santa Clara's first score came when 
Flood picked up the ball on Stanford's 
fifteen-yard line and carried it over 
for a try. Ybarrando kicked an easy 
goal. 

After the kick-off another try was 
registered by Santa Clara. The for- 
wards packed around the ball, and 
after a fine exhibition of dribbling 
brought it to Stanford's twenty-yard 
line. On the line out the ball was 
quickly passed to Ybarrando, who ran 



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fifteen yards to a try. Ybarrando 
was successful in converting his own 
score. 

At the end ot the first half the score 
stood Santa Clara 10, Stanford 0. 

The Stanford men, in the second 
half, went into the game determined 
to overcome their opponents' lead. Al- 
though they scored ten points in this 
half, yet no Stanford man was able to 
cross Santa Clara's line. 

When Santa Clara was' penalized 
for holding the ball on her ten-yard 
line, Brown scored three points by 
sending the ball between the goal 
posts from a place kick. Stanford 
soon scored again under the same cir- 
cumstances, Brown again being re- 
sponsible for the score. 

Santa Clara again broke into the 
scoring at this time, when the ball was 
forced to Stanford's fifteen-yard line. 

In a passing rush, started from a line- 
out, Best secured the ball and carried 
it over. Ybarrando converted. 

After the kick-off the play was in 
Santa Clara's territory long enough 
to give Louis Cass an opportunity to 
kick a beautiful field goal, which 
turned out to be the final score of the 
game. 

Stanford played a team consisting of 
nine of last year's veterans, and rec- 
ognized as a better team than the one 
which defeated the Waratahs the 
week before. 

No special credit can be given to 
any member of the team, as each and 
every man made himself conspicuous 
during the whole of the game- by his 



hard fighting and excellent playing. 

Captain Ybarrando played a great 
game from the start, and his accurate 
kicks to touch deserve special men- 
tion. 



SANTA CLARA 2ND 0, UNIVER- 
SITY OF CALIFORNIA 2ND 0. 

Some idea as to the respective abil- 
ities of the Santa Clara and California 
varsities can be gained from the fact 
that on October the 26th the Santa 
Clara second team held the California 
seconds to a scoreless tie. Although 
this is no authentic proof, yet it gives 
an idea of the respective rugby mate- 
rial of the two schools. 

Honors seemed to be about even. 
California played a very strong game 
in the first half, while superior work 
by Santa Clara prevailed in the second 
half. 

The goal lines of both teams were 
often in danger. Ferrario, in the first 
half, prevented California from scor- 
ing when he intercepted a pass and 
booted the ball into touch for a twen- 
ty-five-yard gain. 

In the second half the California 
goal was often hard-pressed by the 
Santa Clara warriors, but the excel- 
lent kicking of Bogardus at critical 
periods prevented the Santa Clara 
boys from carrying the ball over the 
line. 

Santa Clara's credit is due to the fact 
that this was the first and only game 
her second team ever played together, 
and the great fight they put up with 



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California's experienced giants is de- 
serving of great praise. 

Hardy, Tramutolo, O'Connor, and 
Ferrario were to a great extent re- 
sponsible for holding the Californians 
scoreless. 



S. C. U. 19, SOUTHERN CALIFOR- 
NIA 3. 

The Santa Clara rugby team made 
its initial appearance on a southern 
field November the 2nd, when it op- 
posed the crack team representing the 
University of Southern California. 

Although the Southern team put 
up a game fight, they were completely 
outclassed, as the nineteen to three 
score will indicate. The papers of the 
south had nothing but praise for the 
excellent showing made by the fight- 
ing Santa Clara team. In their ac- 



counts of the game they gave the red 
and white the credit of being the best 
rugby team that had ever played on a 
southern field. 

A detailed account of the game 
would be of little avail, as it was but 
a repetition of former Santa Clara 
rugby skill and knowledge again put 
into execution. The members of the 
scrum worked in perfect unison and 
the back-field once getting into stride, 
displayed superb passing ability. 

In the second half Santa Clara 
opened up the play more than in the 
first, and it was then that the southern 
people realized the scoring ability of 
the Santa Clara team. 

The members of the team report 
having an enjoyable stay in the south- 
ern city, and it is to be hoped the game 
between the two schools will be made 
an annual affair. 



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To tell all that we know of the fitting qualities, the grace and "snap" 
of the new styles, the leathers and workmanship that goes into "Walk- 
Overs" requires time. We invite you to call and see for yourself- 

QUINN & BRODER 

WALK-OVER BOOT SHOP 

41 SOUTH FIRST STREET 
DON'T WASTE YOUR TIME 

getting measured and waiting several weeks for a made-to-order suit or overcoat that 
may not suit you when it's done. Our Ready-for-service hand-tailored 

HAND TAILORED CLOTHES 
await your command for a try-on. The woolen in them are confined patterns and the 
workmanship unequalled by the majority of tailors — bettered by none of them. 

We'll put you into a good suit or overcoat for from S15 to 840, and you'll get your 
money's worth at any price. 

SEE THE S3 STRAND HAT when your are In need of headwear. And if you don't 
like it, we've a $3 hat that you will. Other good hats at 81 .50 to 85. 

POMEROY BROS. 51 South First St., San Jose 

TRUNKS AND SUIT CASES FOR VACATION 

WALLETS, FOBS, TOILET SETS, ART 
LEATHER, UMBRELLAS, ETC., ETC. 

FRED M. STERN The 'leather Man" 

77 NORTH FIRST ST., SAN JOSE, CAL. 

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HUNT'S 
BONDED 



WM. HUNT. 

3rd and Townsend Streets ^^H rranClSCO, Cal. 



HOTEL MONTGOMERY 

F. J. McHENRY, Manager 

Absolutely Fireproof European Plans Rates $1 and upwards 

THE ARCADE 

THE HOME OF ROUGH NECK SWEATERS 
CANELO BROS. & STACKHOUSE CO. 

83-91 South First St., San Jose Phone S. J. 11 



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The New Cans ^^^ beauties, and every real 
^ ~ snappy one you see has 
our label in it. Buy one yourself and mingle 
with the well dressed college fellows. 
As large a shape as you may care for can be had. 

i>prittga, 3inr. 

Santa Clara and Market 

San Jose, Cal. 

GEORGE'S SHAVE SHOP 

BEST SHAVE IN TOWN 
SANTA CLARA, CAL. 

Wm. J. McKagney, Secretary R. F. McMahon, President 

McMahon-McKagney Co., Inc. 

52 West Santa Clara St. San Jose, Cal. 

THE STORE THAT SAVES YOU MONEY 

Carpets, Draperies, Furniture, Linoleums and Window Shadss 

Telephone, San Jose 4192 Upholstering 

V. SALBERG 2>^c per cue E. GADDI 

Umpire Pool Room 

Santa Clara, Cal. 

Mission Olive Oil ^i^^ki^^^JM^M 

iYllOOlWll V^llVV^ V^ll for Medicinal or Table Use 

MADDEN'S PHARMACY, Agents 

FRANKLIN STREET SANTA CLARA, CAL. 

Santa Clara Imperial Dry Cleaning & Dye Works 

C. COLES and I. OLARTE, Proprietors 

Naptha Cleaning and Steaming of Ladies' and Gents' Garments 

Pressing and Repairing 
1021 Franklin Street Telephone Santa Clara 131J Santa Clara, Cal. 

I. RUTH 

Dealer in Groceries and Delicacies 

Hams, Bacon, Sausages, Lard, Butter, Eggs, Etc. 
1035-1037 Franklin Street Cigars and Tobacco 



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Wholesale and Retail 
Satisfaction Guaranteed 



WE HANDLE ALL KINDS 
OF ICE CREAM 



TELEPHONE, S. C. 36 R 1053 FRANKLIN ST., SANTA CLARA 

COMPLETE FALL LINES 

Suits, Overcoats, Hats and Furnishings Now Ready 



Winter is at your door— How about New Fall Clothes.' Do 
not Delay— Buy now while our stocks are fresh and complete — 
Cold weather will likely come on, no doubt without warning. 
Never in our entire store history, have we been able to afford 
you such a splendid array of choice fall wearables as is pre- 
sented now. The fabrics, and colorings, styles and models are 
beautiful in their seasonable harmony. All our makes and fits 
absolutely guaranteed. 



THAD W. HOBSON CO. 

16 to 22 West Santa Clara Street :: San Jose 



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HAVE 



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TAKE IT 

The Leader of San Jose Photographers 

41 North First Street ^San Jose, Calif. 

SAN JOSE BAKING CO. 



L. SCHWARTING, Manager 

The Cleanest and Most Sanitary Bakery In Santa Clara Valley 

We supply the most prominent Hotels 

Give Us a Trial 

Our Bread, Pies and Cakes are the Best 
Phone San Jose 609 

433-435 Vine Street San Jose, Cal. 

Phone Temporary 140 

A. PALADIN! 

WHOLESALE AND RETAIL 

FISH DEALER 



Fresh, Salt, Smoked, Pickled, and Dried Fish 

205 MERCHANT STREET SAN FRANCISCO 



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CHRISTMAS PRESENTS I 



Leather Goods and Accessories 

Everything for the Comfort and 
Convenience of the Traveler 

Half a century of knowing how makes Crocker Quality famous now 

565 MARKET ST. H. S. CROCKER CO. SAN FRANCISCO 



A. G. COL CO. 

WHOLESALE 

Commission Merchants 

TELEPHONE, MAIN 309 

84-90 N. Market St. San Jose, CaL 



MEET ME AT por FINE TAFFIES AND CANDIES 

^1 i y 131 '''™^ ^""'^ Syrups Served from our Twentieth 

OJlOrty S JT 13,CC sanitary Soda Fountain 

ALSO ELECTRIC MILK SHAKES 

68 N. First Street, San Jose, Cal. VICTORY CANDY SHOP 

For classy College Hair Cut, go to the 

Antiseptic Barber Shop 

SEA SALT BATHS Basement Garden City Bank Building 

H. E. WILCOX & D. M. BURNETT 

ATTORNEYS AT LAW 

ROOMS 19 AND 20, SAFE DEPOSIT BUILDING SAN JOSE, CALIFORNIA 



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Baseball and 

All Sporting Events 

Reported 



Telephone 
San Jose 3614 



CIGAR STORE IN CONNECTION 

D. D. Dooley's 

BOWLING ALLEYS and POOL TABLES 

62-64 NORTH FIRST STREET 
Opposite Victory Theatre SAN JOSE, CALIFORNIA 



Wm. McCarthy & Sons 

Coffee 

TEAS AND SPICES 

246 West Santa Clara Street San Jose, California 

Tfade with Us for 

Good Service and Good Prices 

Special Prices Given in Quantity Purchases 
Try Us and Be Convinced 

VARGAS BROS. & COMPANY 



Phone Santa Clara 120 



SANTA CLARA 




THE WORD CLARK'S MEANS GOOD CANDIES 
DID YOU GET ME? 



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Young Men's Furnishings 



All the Latest Styles In 

Neckwear, Hosiery and Gloves 

Young Men's Suits 

and Hats 

O'Brien's Santa Clara 



The Santa Clara 

Coffee Club 

Invites you to its rooms 
to read, rest, and enjoy 
a cup of excellent coffee 

Open from 6 a. m. to 10:30 p. m. 

Telephones 
Office: Franklin 3501 
Residence: Frani<Iin 6029 

Dr. Francis J. Colligan 

DENTIST 



Hours: 9 to 5 1615 PolI< Street 

Evenings: 7 to 8 Cor. Sacramento 

Sundays by appointment San Francisco 



Oberdeener's Pharmacy 

Prescription Druggists 

Kodaks and Supplies 
Post Cards 



Franklin Street 



Santa Clara, Cal. 



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Angelu* Phone, San Joie 3802 
Annex Phone, San Jose 4688 
THE 

Angelus and Annex 

G. T. NINNIS & E. PENNINGTON, Proprietors 

European plan. Newly furnished rooms, with 

hot and cold water; steam heat 

throughout. 

Suites with private bath. 
Angelus. 67 N. First St. Annex, 52 W. St. John St. 

San Jose, California 



The Mission Bank 
of Santa Clara 

(COMMERCIAL AND SAVINGS) 

Solicits Your Patronage 



When In San Jose, Visit 

CHARGINS' 

Mestaurantf Grill and 
Oyster Souse 

~w 

28-30 Fountain Street 
Bet. First and Second San Jose 



Sallows & Rorke 

Ring us for a hurry-up 
Delivery :: :: :: 

Phone S. C. 13R 



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Colgate's Shaving Soap, 5c 

Williams' Shaving Soap, 2 for 15c 

All others in proportion 

UNIVERSITY DRUG CO. 

Cor. Santa Clara and S. Second St. San Jose 



Telephone, San Jose 3946 



T. F. S 



ourisseau 



Manufacturing 
Jeweler 

143 S. First St. San Jose, Cal. 



JOHN P. AZEVEDO 

Groceries 



Wines, Liquors, Cigars, Tobaccos, 

FRANKLIN ST., SANTA CLARA 



BATH ROBES 

AT THE CO-OP STORE 



Rebuilt Typewriters 

WE SAVE YOU FROM 50 TO 75 PER CENT ON ANY 
MAKE OF TYPEWRITER 



MACHINES RENTED AND SOLD ON 
EASY MONTHLY PAYMENTS 



Send for our Illustrated Price List 

RETAIL DEPARTMENT 

The Wholesale Typewriter Company 



37 Montgomery Street 



San Francisco, Cal. 



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University of Santa Clara 



SANTA CLARA, CALIFORNIA 



The University embraces the following departments: 

A. THE COLLEGE OF PHILOSOPHY AND 

LETTERS. 

A four' years' College course, leading to the degree 
of Bachelor of Arts. 

B. THE COLLEGE OF GENERAL SCIENCE. 

A four years' College course, leading to the degree 
of Bachelor of Science. 

C. THE INSTITUTE OF LAW. 

A standard three years' course of Law, leading to 
the degree of Bachelor of Laws, and pre-supposing 
for entrance the completion of two years of study 
beyond the High School. 

D. THE COLLEGE OF ENGINEERING. 

(a) Civil Engineering — A four years' course, lead- 
ing to the degree of Bachelor of Science in Civil 
Engineering. 

(b) Mechanical Engineering — A four years' course 
leading to the degree of Bachelor of Science in Me- 
chanical Engineering. 

(c) Electrical Engineering — A four years' course 
leading to the degree of Bachelor of Science in Elec- 
trical Engineering. 

E. THE COLLEGE OF ARCHITECTURE. 

A four years' course, leading to the degree of Bach- 
elor of Science in Architecture. 

F. THE PRE-MEDICAL COURSE. 

A two years' course of studies in Chemistry, Bac- 
teriology, Biology and Anatomy, which is recom- 
mended to students contemplating entrance into 
medical schools. Only students who have com- 
pleted two years of study beyond the High School 
are eligible for this course. 



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TO ANY 

Santa Clara College Student 




Whose appearance can't be improved 
and who can't obtain an absolutely 
perfect fit in one of my famous "L 
SYSTEM" Clothes for College Fellows 




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BILLY HOBSON'S CORNER 
24 South First Street - - SAN JOSE, CALIFORNIA 










Member San Francisco Builders Exchange 

DAVID ELMS GRAHAM 

BUILDING CONSTRUCTION 

WILLIAMS BUILDING 

693 MISSION STREET Telephone 

SAN FRANCISCO Douglas 1603 




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No. 35 West Santa Clara Street 
SAN JOSE 



Real Estate, Loans 
Investments 



A Select and Up-to-date List of Just Such Properties as the 
Home Seeker and Investor Wants 



INSURANCE 

Fire, Life and Accident in the Best Companies 



L. F. SWIFT, President LEROY HOUGH, Vice-President E. B. SHUGERT, Treasurer 

DIRECTORS— L. F. Swift, Leroy Hough, Henry J. Crocker, W. D. Dennett, 

Jesse W. Liiienthal 

Capital Paid In, $1,000,000 

Western Meat Company 

PORK PACKERS AND SfflPPERS OF 

Dressed Beef, Mutton and Pori<, Hides, Pelts, 

Tallow, Fertilizer. Bones, Hoofs, Horns, Etc. 

Monarch cuid Golden Gate Brands 

Canned Meats, Bacon, Hams and Lard 



General Office, Sixth and Townsend Streets - San Francisco, Cal. 

Cable Address STEDFAST, San Francisco. Codes, Al. A B C 4th Edition 

Packing House and Stock Yards, South San Francisco, San Mateo County, Cal. 
Distributing Houses, San Francisco, Oakland, San Jose, Sacramento and Stockton 



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OUR JOB PRINTING 
PREEMINENTLY SUPERIOR 



Phone, S. C. 14 



Published Semi-weekly 

B. DOWNING, EDITOR 



FRANKLIN STREET 
SANTA CLARA, CAL. 



San Jose Engraving Company 



Photo Engraving 
Zinc Etchings 
Half Tones 



Do you want a half-tone for a program or pamphlet? None can make it better 



SAN JOSE ENGRAVING COMPANY 

32 LIGHTSTON STREET SAN JOSE, CAL. 



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Branch at Clark's 



176-182 South First Street 

San Jose 



Order your pastry in advance 
Picnic Lunches 



GET A KRUSIUS 

if you want to get a good pen knife; guaranteed as it ought to be. if it should not prove 
to be that, we will be glad to exchange with you until you have one that is. Manicure 
tools, razors guaranteed the same way. If you wish to shave easily and in a hurry, get 
a Gillette Safety Razor. The greatest convenience for the man who shaves himself. 

The John Stock Sons 

Tinners, Roofers and Plumbers 



Phone San Jose 76 



71-77 South Fbrst Street 
San Jose, Cal. 



ost business men like good office stationery 

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Wm. McCarthy & Sons 

Coffee 

TEAS AND SPICES 

246 West Santa Clara Street San Jose, California 



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Doing WHAT ? 

GETTING SHAVED at the 



University 
Shave Shop 



983 Main Street 
near Postoffice 



Santa Clara 



T. MUSGRAVE 



P. GFELL 



T. Musgrave & Co. 

Watchmakers 

Goldsmiths and 

Silversmiths 

3272 2lst Street San Francisco 



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Perfect 
Satisfaction 
Guaranteed 



867 Sherman Street 
I. RUTH, Agent - 1037 Franklin Street 

ALDERMAN'S 
NEWS AGENCY 

Stationery, Blank Books, Etc. 

Cigars and Tobacco 

Baseball and Sporting Goods 

Fountain Pens of All Kinds 

Next to Postoffice Santa Clara 




Training School for Nurses 

IN CONNECTION 

CONDUCTED BY 
SISTERS OF CHARITY 



Race and San Carlos Streets 



San Jose 



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Men's Clothes Shop 

Gents' Furnishings 
Hats and Shoes 



PAY LESS AND DRESS BETTER 

E. H. ALDEN 

Phone Santa Clara 74 R 1054 Franklin St. 



Manuel Mello 

Dealer in all kinds of 

Boots 

= AND = 

Shoes 

904 Franklin Street 

Cor. Lafayette 

SANTA CLARA, CAL. 



M.&M. 

Billiard Parlor 

GEO. E. MITCHELL 

PROP. 



SANTA CLARA 

Pool 2% Cents per Cue 




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That 

Fit? 




Get your suit or overcoat 
madeat J.U.'s. He shows 
the biggest range of fabrics 
in town. In other words 
let J. U. be your tailor. 



J. U. Winninger 

113^ SOUTH FIRST STREET, SAN JOSE, CAL. 



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Phones : 
OflBce S. C. 39 R Residence S. C. 1 Y 

DR. H. 0. F. MENTON 
Dentist 

Office Hours, 9 a. m. to S p. m. 
Rooms 5 to 8 Bank Bldg. Santa Clara 


Pratt-Low Preserving Company 

PACKERS OF 

Canned Fruits and 
Vegetables 

Fruits in Glass a Specialty 

SANTA CLARA CALIFORNIA 


ROLL BROS. 

Real Estate and 
Insurance 

Call and See Us if You Want 
Anything in Our Line 

Franklin Street, next to Bank, Santa Clara 


Ravenna Paste Company 

Manufacturers of All Kinds of 
ITALIAN AND FRENCH 

Paste 

Phone San Jose 787 
127-131 N. Market Street San Jose 


JOHN P. AZEVEDO 
Groceries 

Wines, Liquors, Cigars, Tobaccos, 

FRANKLIN ST., SANTA CLARA 


San Jose Transfer Co. 

MOVES EVERYTHING 
THAT IS LOOSE 

Phone San Jose 78 

Office, 62 East Santa Clara Street, San Jose 


S. A. Elliott & Son 

Plumbing 

and 
Gas Fitting 

GUN AND LOCKSMITHING 

Telephone S. C. 70 J 
902-910 Main Street Santa Clara, Cal. 

4. 


THERE IS NOTHING BETTER 

THAN OUR 

Bouquet Teas 

at 50 cents per pound 

Even Though You Pay More 

Ceylon, English Breakfast and 
Basket Fired Japan 

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LamoUe Grill_-— i. 

36-38 North First Street, San Jose. Cal. 

Phone Main 403 MEALS AT ALL HOURS 




IF YOU ONLY KNEW WHAT^ 



Mayerle's German Eyewater 

DOES TO YOUR EYES YOU WOULDN'T 
BE WITHOUT IT A SINGLE DAY 

At Druggisu.^5^c^^or^65c by Gcorgc Maycrle, German Expert Optician 

960 Market Street, San Francisco 

Jacob Eberhard, Pres. and Manager John J. Eberhard, Vice-Pres. and Ass't Manager 

EBERHARD TANNING CO. 

Tanners, Curriers and Wool Pullers 

Harness-Latigo and Lace Leatlier Sole and Upper Leather, Calf, Kip and Sheepskins 

Eberhard's Skirting Leatlier and Bark Woolskin 

Santa Clara - California 

Founded 1851 Incorporated 1858 Accredited by State University, 1900 

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ANALYSIS OF SCIENTIFIC SOCIALISM Hardin Barry, A. M. '12 


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THE HOUND OF HEAVEN - Wm. Stewart Cannon 


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CHARITY SOUGHT ON CHRISMAS DAY Lawrence A. Fernsworth 


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VOL. XII SANTA CLARA, CAL., DECEMBER, 1912 No. 3 



Francis Thompson 



"11 THAT voice is that, frail as the distant lark's 
From far-off fields across the valley shed? 
Fond chorister to Nature's hierarchs, 
Thy joy and song are one— the centuried 
Reverberation of abysmal bells 
Hangs not upon thy note: not so with him 
Who tranced in quiet Kensal's holy spells 
Pours out his songs — articulate cherubim. 

Strange father for such children: strange is Christ, 

Clothed in the flesh, to froward Galilee: 

Our bread and wine as then are sacrificed 

On alien altars still: and it may be 

Some hand had touched the lip that strangely calls 

With angel haunted voice without the walls. 

EDWIN COOLIDGE 



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ANALYSIS OF SCIENTIFIC SOCIALISM 

(Concluded from November issue) 



MARX'S THEORY OF VALUE 
AND SURPLUS-VALUE 

The general theory discussed in the 
preceding pages forms the foundation 
upon which Marx and Engels reared 
their socialistic edifice. Their theory 
of history was intended to show why 
and how the modern capitalist order 
of society must needs develop into so- 
cialism. At the outset of the argumen- 
tation we find the theory of value and 
surplus value exposing the evils of 
private property in the means of pro- 
duction, and the iniquity of modern 
capitalist exploitation. 

In capitalistic society, every kind of 
produce partakes of the character of 
merchandise. All economists both an- 
cient and modern from Aristotle to 
John Marshall have distinguished two 
kinds of values in commodities — use- 
value and exchange-value. All have 
agreed in defining use-value as the 
utility of an article in satisfying hu- 
man wants, and exchange-value as the 
value of an article in commerce or 
trade. But in regard to the common 
element found in all articles by which 
one is exchanged for another, there is 
great diversity of opinion. In com- 
mercial transactions we have two 
things equal to a third, with the neces- 
sary conclusion that these two things 
are equal to each other. The question 



is to find the third thing, this middle 
term, as it were, upon which all com- 
modities are compared to ascertain 
their value in exchange. 

Exchange-value accrues to mer- 
chandise only on account of the human 
labor expended upon it, and the meas- 
ure of labor embodied in the merchan- 
dise determines also its value in ex- 
change. Two kinds of merchandise 
embodying the same amount of neces- 
sary cooperative labor are also of the 
same exchange-value. This is Marx's 
famous law of value. 

SURPLUS-VALUE— THE SECRET 
OF SURPLUS MAKING 

From this doctrine of value Marx de- 
duces his law of surplus value by ap- 
plying what has been said to labor 
capacity. 

In society today one class owns the 
means of production, another class pos- 
sesses labor capacity, but because 
they :Tave no tools of production they 
are forced to sell their labor to the 
owners of these tools. Labor capacity 
like all other articles of exchange has 
two values, use-value and exchange- 
value. The exchange-value is the cost 
of the laboring man's sustenance or 
what his labor is worth to himself, 
while the use-value is the total produce 
of that labor or what it is worth to the 



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employer. The fact that a man pro- 
duces twice as much in a day as his la- 
bor amounts to, gives rise to the ex- 
ploitation of labor by capital. Thus 
capital is only an accumulation of sur- 
plus-value, of the unremunerated labor 
of others. 

The fundamental tenet of social- 
ism that all the evils in society today 
are due to private ow^nership of the 
means of production is thus seen to 
rest upon this foundation, that labor 
produces all value and that the es- 
sence of exchange value consists of 
necessary cooperative labor required 
to produce any article, and is not 
based upon the utility or use-value of 
articles. 

Briefly, Marx's argumentation is 
this. Surplus-value is essentially 
based on exploitation, and by its very 
nature tends to an increase of exploi- 
tation by v^rhich society will finally be 
divided into a mere handful of billion- 
aire capitalists and a countless herd 
of proletarians, and then the collapse 
will ensue. 

In reality this principle is untenable. 
To understand this we need but in- 
quire into the notion of value. Value 
is one of those simple concepts which 
are evident to every man and only be- 
come obscured when we attempt to 
define and divide them. 

An article is valuable if it is capable 
of being desired. It must be good in 
itself and it must have relative good- 
ness, i.e., it must appear to be conduc- 
ive in some way to our preservation 
and perfection. 



Devas in his Political Economy de- 
fines value as the capacity of anything 
to serve the needs and desires of man 
and therefore to be estimated as de- 
sirable. 

Immaterial goods are of more value 
than material goods. Virtue is a pearl 
of great price. In a similar m.anner 
life and health are more valuable than 
money and estates. But socialism is 
concerned little or nothing with these 
higher goods. Like all phases of ma- 
terialism it emphasizes too much the 
material side of life. 

Of economic value we speak in a 
more restricted sense. It is the busi- 
ness of economics to provide those 
material goods which are needed for 
the support, continuance or enjoyment 
of man's material and intellectual life 
on earth. In economic goods a two- 
fold value may be distinguished, value 
in use and value in exchange. 

Aristotle recognized these two uses 
in articles, but unlike Marx, he never 
conceived the element of labor re- 
quired to produce an article as the un- 
derlying basis of that article's value in 
exchange. As is his habit, Marx here 
gives us a sadly distorted and pervert- 
ed idea of truth. 

An example will illustrate this diffi- 
culty. A pair of shoes has a two-fold 
use: the first is peculiar to itself and 
exists in contradistinction to other arti- 
cles, and consists in this, that it can be 
used for the protection of the foot ; the 
second consists in this, that it may be 
exchanged for other goods, say a sack 
of flour. Why is a pair of shoes equal 



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to a sack of flour? What is the com- 
mon term to which both are com- 
pared? The common term does not 
consist of labor alone, but is made up 
of several elements. The first element 
is its capability of satisfying human 
wants ; but this is not all, amd taken 
alone is too broad. There are many 
goods which have this element but 
have no exchange value, e. g., air, 
light, and water. The next element in 
the middle term is that the goods must 
not be available in unlimited supplies, 
that is, they must be difficult of at- 
tainment and capable of ownership. 
The third element, the factor over- 
stressed by Marx, is the labor ele- 
ment. It is true that great labor 
expended on an article gives it greater 
value, e. g., a well tailored suit of 
clothes, a work of art, etc. Thus we 
see that a complete, well-balanced 
view of exchange value includes sev- 
eral elements as its basis. 

Intimately connected with Marx's 
theories of value and exchange-value 
is that other fundamental tenet of so- 
cialism, that all wealth comes from 
labor, i. e., unskilled labor. This has 
been styled the "Right Arm of Social- 
ism." 

An example will serve to illustrate 
better than scholastic arguments. 

Arkwright, a barber of moderate in- 
come, invented the spinning- jenny 
which was destined to revolutionize 
the weaving industry. The inventive 
genius of this man has been solidified 
into bolts and mortices. The child of 
his brain lies at his feet, yet it is pow- 



erless to produce a penny until an- 
other power steps in. Every new in- 
vention must be launched on the mar- 
ket and made a palpitating force in 
the industrial world. Men must be 
found with the moral courage and 
foresight to venture their money. 
These men are found, the undertaking 
proves a success, and with the addi- 
tion of another elemeiat, the muscle 
exertion of laborers, produces great 
wealth. 

There are three independent forces 
combining in that production. 

1. The inventive genius of Ark- 
wright, an intellectual force. 

2. The courageous enterprise of the 
capitalists who floated it, a moral 
force. 

3. The muscle exertion of many la- 
borers, a physical force. 

It works with marvelous results. 
By its aid these ten men produce as 
much as a hundred working with their 
hands only. These men previously 
produced ten pounds weekly, now 
they produce a hundred. To whom 
does the surplus ninety belong? The 
socialist answers that since all wealth 
comes from labor, it belongs to the ten 
men working the machine. If Ark- 
wright the inventor, or the men who 
risked their money claim a penny, it 
is called robbery. 

Another example: a building con- 
tractor, a man quick to catch the drift 
of the times, calculates that the city 
will extend in a certain direction. He 
buys real estate, thereby exercising 
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materials are plentiful and cheap. By 
the genius of combination and by that 
subtle indescribable power of being 
able to handle men, he organizes a 
band of workers, by skillful manage- 
ment he secures marvelous results. 
One inspects the work, some men are 
dressing stones, some polishing mar- 
ble and some laying bricks, all en- 
gaged in separate employments. Yet 
the man with his hands in his pockets 
is the frame that holds together, com- 
bines and harmonizes individual ef- 
forts to one definite end. His brains 
are to their toil what cement is to the 
house : it combines and holds together 
the varied elements into one struc- 
ture. With foresight that enabled 
him to lay his finger on the pulse of 
the times, with moral courage to back 
his judgment, and finally with the abil- 
ity to handle men, he touches dead 
capital with the genius of enterprise, 
amd lo ! it is vitalized and becomes the 
source of wealth to scores. See what 
an army of force this man has con- 
tributed toward the production of this 
wealth. Time has justified his judg- 
ment, he nets thousands of dollars on 
sale of real estate. Every cent of it, 
the socialist says, should be divided 
among workmen, for their creed is, all 
wealth comes from labor — muscle- 
labor, of course. The varied forces he 
threw into the task are ignored. 

It is true these days that produc- 
tion is socialized to a great extent; 
there is a minute division of labor and 
assignment of tasks according to abil- 
ity. Men act in concert in the process 



of production so that innumerable 
workers contribute toward the manu- 
facture of every article. The method 
of production is attended with great 
advantages, and one of the most no- 
ticeable is that a group of laborers 
gain by association and co-operation ; 
that is, the sum total of their produc- 
tive capacities, when workingmen are 
in concert, is much greater than the 
sum total of their individual efforts, 
working independently. 

The same fact is illustrated in his- 
tory by the organization of the Mace- 
donian phalanx and the Roman legion, 
for it was found that 500 organized 
men were more than a match for four 
times that number of disorganized 
fighters. But socialists rashly con- 
clude from this phenomenon that the 
increased production is due solely to 
the laborers. They forget that the 
Macedonian phalanx must have an 
Alexander the Great, and that the 
Roman legion must have a Julius 
Caesar. 

PRIVATE PROPERTY 

This is one of the strongest pillars 
that support socialism. "All misery", 
they cry, "comes from the possession 
of private property. All private pos- 
sessions in the means of production 
should become the common property 
of all, to be administered by the state 
or municipal bodies." 

Municipal control of public utilities 
is undoubtedly attended with good re- 
sults, but there is a limit to every- 
thing, and there is a line beyond which 



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no state must pass. The state must 
never thrust its hand into your pocket 
and claim the purse you have filled 
by the sweat of your brow. Sec- 
ondly, the state must never invade the 
sanctuary of your home to wrench 
from you the authority with which 
God and Nature invested you over 
your child and house. 

If you search deep down amongst 
the fibres of the human heart you will 
find the main-spring of most of our 
actions is labeled self. A man toils 
for fame. Whose fame? His own. A 
man wears out his life building a home 
and a fortune for his wife and child. 
Why? Because they are his bone and 
blood and bear his name — his other 
self. 

Now, before making the first step 
into the Socialistic Republic, you are 
called upon to take the forceps and 
tear from the inmost chamber of the 
heart its strongest fibre, self. Here you 
destroy the most powerful force that 
ever nerved men to deeds of daring. 

Will the author slave in the garret 
at midnight if he is assured when his 
work comes out it is not his own, but 
the result of his social environments, 
the products of the state. Will the 
business man rack and toil his brain 
if you destroy his hope of the sub- 
urban villa, where the autumn of his 
life may pass in ease and comfort with 
a family established in affluence? Will 
the farmer face the darkness and sleet 
of a winter morning or toil in all 
weathers if there is no plot he may 
call his own and upon which he may 



impress his individuality? Will he 
sow if he may not claim the yield of 
autumn, if he knows another will 
reap? Will men of exceptional abil- 
ity make great exertions except for 
exceptional rewards? 

We grant that the future state of 
socialism might be practical if human 
nature were changed; in short, if men 
were not men but angels and loved 
most of all things to see their neigh- 
bors prosper before themselves. 

Riches and the inequality in the dis- 
tribution of lands may be justified on 
economic grounds alone. 

Although without inequality there 
can be a certain amount of industrial 
organization and progress, the organi- 
zation can be but rudimentary and the 
progress slow. For with men as they 
are, the eagernes to make a fortune 
and live in ease and abundance is a 
needed spur to concentrated labor, elabo- 
rate production, improvements and in- 
ventions. And, though not in itself a 
high motive, it can only be elevated 
by the eagerness being for the ad- 
vancement and ease, not of one's self, but 
of one's kindred, — and, grasping am- 
bition may be transmitted into family 
affection. 

AN APOLOGIA FOR NON-PRO- 
DUCING CAPITALISTS 
Beaten out of their first position by 
the obvious fact that there are vari- 
ous orders of labor, some more useful 
to society than others, and consequently 
more valuable for time; and, that the 
quality of the labor must be consid- 



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ered and not merely the time, So- 
cialists take up this second and 
stronger ground. "Should it be 
granted that some capitalists 
can rightly claim a reward 
as productive causes, e. g., a gentle- 
man farmer, or a managing partner in 
a factory, or the lessee of a coal pit and 
half a dozen others who are reveling 
in luxury with less knowledge of coal 
than a housemaid and with less brains 
than four-fifths of the miners?" 

It is true that these men are per- 
sonally unproductive, though their 
money is productive. It seems 
that they have no right to 
live, that they are so much 
dead weight — parasites that attach 
themselves to the labors and appropriate 
the products of labor. Yet they serve 
this useful purpose, that these sine- 
cures are a stimulus and a reward to 
the toilers of the world. They are the 
prize and the goal towards which 
every man is striving. Men toil in the 
hope of accumulating wealth ; the al- 
mighty dollar is, after all, the greatest 
stimulus to production. This may be 
an ignoble desire, nevertheless it is a 
potent moral cause of production and 
vital to progress in the industrial arts. 
The abuse lies in this, that the ig- 
norant and the thoughtless acquire 
riches without heeding the burden of 
responsibility that attends their ac- 
quisition. Great evil necessarily re- 
sults from the sudden acquisition of 
wealth by the uneducated and im- 
moral. Either they regard their money 
as a means of enjoyment and ostenta- 
tion, or as an end in itself. In either 



case they are selfish, a plague and 
embossed carbuncle in the flesh of so- 
ciety. These idle and luxuriant rich 
who deck their wives with diamonds, 
who find money to fling away in the 
extravagances of a London season, 
who yacht in the Mediterranean and 
fish in Norway and bitterly oppose 
any increased attention or expenditure 
on the poor as leading to bankruptcy, 
of themselves, are the sores of capital- 
istic society — the sores that the misery- 
focused lens of soap-box orators is 
turned upon. The intellects of the 
mob are fascinated, reason is dazzled, 
it must be true. Do not they read 
every day of the ludicrous doings of 
the smart set? Capitalists of this 
mind, sober, respectable men as they 
are, reputed to be rich but irrespon- 
sible, are to blame for the present and 
past misery of our laboring popula- 
tion. And if all capitalists are like 
these, selfish and heedless of the wel- 
fare of others, then there is truth in 
Karl Marx's statement that "Capital 
came into the world dropping blood 
from every pore." It is waste of words 
to argue against Socialism and capital 
stands condemned. 

No one will deny that there is mis- 
ery and evil in the world, but few are 
willing to have the present edifice, 
reared on the wisdom and experience 
of centuries, razed to the ground, and 
rely on the future socialistic structure 
without an inquiry into the details, the 
plans and specifications of the new 
building. Socialism is a system of 
promises and can point to very little 
in the realm of achievement. It utter- 



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ly fails to discover the true cause of 
misery and oppression. 

Tlie keen, practical intellect of 
Aristotle confronted the first advances 
of state socialism, which had much in 
common with modern Socialism, with 
this emphatic condemnation. "This 
state of legislation wears a good face 
and an air of philanthropy. No sooner 
is it heard than it is eagerly embraced 
under the expectation of a marvelous 
love to grow out from it between man 
and man, especially if the proposer 
goes on to inveigh against the evils of 
existing institutions, setting all down 
to the want of a community of goods. 
These evils are due, however, not to 
the want of a community of property, 
but to the depravity of human nature. 
For experience teaches that disputes 
are far more likely to occur among 
people who possess property in com- 
mon and live as partners than among 
those who hold their estates in sep- 
arate tenure. The life proposed ap- 
pears to be altogether impossible." 

Man fell from Eden ; is it not rea- 
sonable to expect that he would fall 
from the classless Eden of Marx, 
Engels and others? 

Before inquiring into the objective 
fact that Socialism is making wonder- 
ful strides, it is necessary to inquire 
into the subjective factor of this suc- 
cess. By the subjective factor is 
meant the readiness of the people to 
harken to the gospel of discontent, 
their susceptibility to the nightly ti- 
rades and harangues occurring on the 
streets of large cities. Herbert Spen- 



cer once said: "The better conditions 
become the more is heard about their 
badness." As example, we have the 
position of the modern woman com- 
pared to that of her sister in mediaeval 
times. Witness the campaign for suf- 
frage and equal rights for women and 
consider the degraded position of 
woman of former times when little or 
nothing was heard of her rights. Again 
take the virtue of temperance in re- 
gard to drink. In former times drunk- 
en revels were matters of every day, 
and the man who could not take his 
two or three bottles was considered a 
milk-sop, whereas, today the de- 
mands of industrial life require com- 
parative sobriety. Yet this is an age 
of prohibition movements and temper- 
ance leagues. Again, the workers of 
the middle ages lived in conditions of 
squalor and misery unknown to mod- 
ern civilization, while at the same 
time, little outcry was heard of their 
oppression or exploitation. The serfs 
of those days never thought of com- 
paring their lots with their masters. 

The laborers of today are told that 
they have shoes to cover their feet 
while their forefathers walked with 
bare feet. That matters little to them, 
but it does matter a great deal that 
they walk while the more fortunate in 
life's race pass by in their automobiles 
or cast upon them the shadow 
of their aeroplanes. The wants 
of man have advanced with greater 
strides than their ability to satis- 
fy those wants. In the daily 
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fulness of the rich are forever paraded 
before the eyes of the poor. 

Hence, the sociaHst agitators have 
found the soil prepared for the seed of 
discontent, and they have never lost 
an opportunity to fling the fire-brand 
of revolution into the inflamable mobs. 

Here is a fair sample of Socialist in- 
vective and vituperation where an agi- 
tator paints 20th century Chicago 
back of the yards. 

"From the general air of hoggish- 
ness that pervades everything from 
the general manager's office down to 
the pens beneath the buildings and up 
to the smoke that hangs over all, the 
whole thing is purely capitalistic. 
One's nostrils are assailed at every 
point by the horribly penetrating 
stench that pervades everything. Great 
volumes of smoke roll from the forest 
of chimneys at all hours of the day 
and drift down over the helpless neigh- 
borhood like a deep black curtain that 
fain would hide the misery and suf- 
fering it aggravates. The foul pack- 
ing-house sewage, too horribly rotten 
in its putrid offensiveness for further 
exploitation, even by the monopolistic 
greed, is spewed forth in a multitude 
of arteries of filth into a branch of the 
Chicago River in one corner of the 
yard, where it rises to the top and 
spreads out in a nameless, indescriba- 
ble cake of festering foulness and dis- 
ease-breeding stench. On a branch of 
this sluice-way of nastiness are several 
acres of bristles scraped from the 
backs of innumerable hogs and spread 
out to allow the still clinging animal 



matter to rot away before they are 

made into brushes Tom Carey, new 

alderman of this ward, owns long rows 
of some of the most unhealthy houses 
in this deadly neighborhood. These 
houses have no connection with the 
sewers, and under some of them the 
accumulation of years has gathered in 
a semi-liquid mass of from two to 
three feet. Shabbily built in the first 
place and then subjected to years of 
neglect, they are veritable death 
traps. A cast-iron pull with the 
Health Department renders them safe 
from any prosecution." 

Here, indeed, the tally against cap- 
italism is marked in heavy lines by the 
socialist pen. The indictment against 
the modern industrial order is a seri- 
ous one. The socialist who focuses 
attention on the weak spots in the in- 
dustrial structure performs a valuable 
service. Candid recognition of the 
full extent of existing evils is the in- 
dispensible first step toward progress 
and reform. 

In short, the whole system of mod- 
ern socialism is an exaggerated, dis- 
torted, and sadly perverted represen- 
tation of the truth. It fails to carry 
conviction to the observer, it is too 
one-sided, the truth it contains is nul- 
lified by the truth it neglects. Marx's 
materialistic conception of history 
overstresses the economic factor ; his 
theory of value, of surplus-value, and 
of the composition of capital over- 
stresses the labor element in the idea 
of exchange-value. Socialist agitators 
concentrate their fire on the evils of 



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modern society. They refuse to rec- 
ognize the strong points in our mod- 
ern competitive system, they absolute- 
ly ignore the three great sources of 
strength to the workingman,— namely, 
the growing sense of trusteeship of 
wealth and responsibility on the part 
of the employers, supervision and con- 
trol of the conditions of labor by the 
government, and trade unionism, or 
the organization of the laborers them- 
selves. Furthermore, socialists over- 



emphasize the material outcome of 
life in our competitive system. The 
present system encourages industry 
and thrift, insight and initiative. They 
forget that the stimulus of property 
and individual initiative are the driv- 
ing power of society, and they never 
mention that life's choicest gifts, love 
and honor and consecration to others' 
service, are within the reach of man- 
sion and cottage alike. 

HARDIN BARRY, A, M., '12. 



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THE HOUND OF HEAVEN 



FASTER and faster, nearer and 
nearer, comes the swift Hound. 
The terrified hare gathers its 
strength for another dash, spurred by 
its tenacity of life. This way and 
that dodges the little animal, seeking 
ever an avenue of escape. But to no 
avail. The hot, panting Hound is 
pressing closer and closer, until at 
length the hare ceases its flight and 
lies with heaving sides, and with fear- 
widened eyes roving restlessly. The 
Hound, coming up, sees in the crouch- 
ing hare no resemblance to the flying 
animal of a moment past, and gives up 
the chase. 

When Francis Thompson, in his 
"The Hound of Heaven," pictures the 
soul as the hare and the Hound as 
God, he creates a striking metaphor. 
It is said by some that it is not proper 
to liken God's solicitude for the soul 
to the hound's desire for the chase. 
And, again, they say it is almost blas- 
phemy to liken God to a hound. Let 
it be said that both are right. But in 
this case, at least, the purpose justifies 
the means. 

In my case, when I saw the title for 
the first time, it seared itself upon my 
brain. That striking alliteration held 
my thought. When a reptile is seen 
crawling on the earth we are filled 
with an abhorrence for it ; yet, try as 
we will, we cannot remove our eyes 



from its hypnotic hold. "The Hound 
of Heaven" ; what two more diversi- 
fied titles could be offered? Yet as 
we read on we find how fitting they 
are, how concise, how beautifully 
forceful and clear. 

We take up the poem, not as a mas- 
terpiece in itself, but as an expression 
of a heart's humble and contrite out- 
pourings. There is no doubt in my 
mind that his work was written 
from Thompson's pitiful experience. 

True poetry rises like a spring, 
from the heart, pure, sweet, uncon- 
taminated. And Francis Thompson 
was a true poet. None other could 
voice those feelings, those tribula- 
tions, until his pen had traced them in 
lines of sweetest pathos. 

The mechanical part of his work 
can only be commented on, and then 
left to admiring thought. By the me- 
chanical part I mean the manner in 
which the reader is made to feel the 
rhythmic motion of the flying feet. 
One can almost hear them beat faster 
on the slopes, and then slacken on the 
inclines, until, when all is over and 
the soul once more is God's, peace and 
quiet reigns. The wonderful meter 
alone secures it to immortality. 

The thought followed by the poet is 
so pathetic and so true, and it strikes 
the chord of sympathy in all our 
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the depths of the poem's meaning un- 
less they have trodden the same path, 
fought the same fight, fled in the 
same chase. None save those that 
have been betrayed can know how he 
felt when all things betrayed him. One 
may think and imagine and conjure up 
pictures before his mind, and never 
know the bitter pangs felt, nor how 
the hapless soul sees a way to evade 
the tireless Lover, and. Oh, the shame ! 
follows the way with joy and is led on 
and on, only again to confront the di- 
vine Pursuer. They are few that know 
just how the harassed soul cowers at 
the Heavenly Hound's approach, and 
seeks to hide under childish arguments 
and futile reasonings, only to be driven 
on by the Eye that sees all, knows all. 

The poem is divided into five parts. 
The first three parts each end with the 
words spoken by the pursuing Voice. 
The fourth is a prayer, directed in in- 
quiry in the spirit that moved our Lord 
in the garden of Gethsemane, a spirit 
which asked, why must death be? Why 
must we die to be saved? The last 
part speaks of the soul's surrender, 
its awe of the wonderful love and 
peace, of the forgiving gentleness of 
the "Hound of Heaven." 

The exquisite metaphors that 
abound in the poem demand consider- 
ation by themselves, and the thoughts 
they give life to would fill many vol- 
umes. But before one could consider 
them he would have to consider the 
poem itself. 

The opening lines serve as an intro- 



duction and also bring one at once to 
the theme, the flight from God. 

As one reads he feels himself like an 
interested onlooker viewing the chase. 
He almost shouts as he sees them 
coursing in the chase of love. On ! 
On! On! Will the chase never end? 
Thou soul, thou stubborn soul that 
fieest thy God, the God of Infinite 
Love! Thou wouldst try in vain to 
lose him in thy maze of arguments, but 
they fade before Him like mist. He is 
again behind thee, and always will be. 
Thou soul, through thy miserable 
years, flee the God of eternity ! Thou 
soul, a fragile, selfish soul, flee the 
God of love, of might, thy God ! 

Through hope, through fear, through 
happiness and through dismay dost 
thou turn this way and that way ever 
from thy God. Thou hearest His 
voice. He says : 

"All things betray thee, who be- 
trayest Me." And yet thou harkenest 
not to this warning, but away, on, on, 
thou rushest. Where dost thou now 
seek refuge, O soul? At the feet of 
Love? I shall watch thy success. Now 
thou hast laid thyself bare. Thou hast 
shown us thy true self. Thou sayest : 

"For though I knew His love Who fol- 
lowed, 

Yet was I sore adread 

Lest, having Him, I must have nought 
else beside." 

There is the secret of thy flight, of 
the flight of countless others, from 
their God : that they may have other 
loves beside His love. 



THE REDWOOD. 



109 



Oh, human selfishness ! Oh, ingrate 
soul! Canst thou not be generous? 
Canst thou not even be grateful? Why 
dost thou risk eternal life that thou 
mayest enjoy these mundane joys? 
Love will oflFer no solace to thy harried 
soul, for thou wilt not love as thou 
oughtest. Thou hast failed again, for 
God is a jealous God, and will have 
none other before Him. Even is His 
love more intense than thy fear of His 
ruling hand. 

Driven from the realm of Love by 
the never-tiring Pursuer, the soul turns 
to the vaulted skies above. The great 
starry dome of blue has been the refuge 
of godless men of all time, and here 
rests the soul. But not long has the 
soul a haven here. It sees His hand 
everywhere and is uneasy. Eagerly it 
cries for Night's veil to cover it, then, 
aflfrighted, anxiously awaits the burst 
of dawn, only again to crave the dark- 
ness. Thus the ceaseless circles. On, 
unhappy, forlorn soul ! Thou callst 
vxpon God's work to prove that He is 
not. Oh, senseless soul ! Thou ask- 
est thy mind, thou askest the earth, 
thou askest the heavens and the inter- 
vening stars, but thou art foiled. In 
their constancy to their Maker they 
betray thee. Thou shouldest take a 
lesson irum these, but thy stubborn 
soul refuseth to learn. 

Thou wouldst flee Him with the 
speed of His winds, and hope to out- 
strip Him — Him, the Creator! 
Whether the winds drift lazily along or 
are hastened by Thunder's voice and 
Lightning's spur, thy haste can never 



exceed His. Thy fear is ever exceeded 
by the intensity of His Love. He is 
always nigh, and the soul hears Him 
speak in words pregnant with tender 
regard : 

"Naught shelters thee, who wilt not 
shelter Me." 

Thwarted, the soul turns to seek the 
something in the eyes of little children 
that bespeaks an asylum at last, a 
way to foil the never-fatigued Pursuer. 
Here is something that has confidence 
in it, thinks the soul. It sees the wist- 
ful look of faith in the children's eyes, 
and comes near to them. At his ap- 
proach they are lead away by their 
guardian angel. The soul is like a man 
gazing after a mirage. 

Again frustrated, it turns, and with 
the grasp of a drowning man, seizes 
Nature. In Nature it still seeks the 
desire and answer to its foolish ques- 
tion. It wants to be without its God, 
its All. The soul delves into Nature's 
innermost depths. It reclines in her 
lap and catches her secrets as they fall 
in wondrous accents of sweetness. 
Her every emotion was its own. It 
frowned when she was angered. It 
smiled when she was pleased. When 
she sighed with the waning autumn, it 
grieved to hear her. When she lay 
like dead under the shroud of winter's 
snow, its heart was chilled with deep- 
est sorrow. When first her eyes 
opened with the coming of spring its 
heart thrilled anew with the joy of the 
lost, found, of the dead, quickened. 

But there was a hollowness about it 
all. The soul dared not probe deeper, 



110 



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nor stir in its temporary shelter for 
fear that the Hound, who lurked in 
every way, would pounce upon it. Its 
happiness was not true, was not real, 
and soon it tired and sought anew 
The Voice it hears again, saying: 

"Lo ; naught contents thee, who con- 
tent'st not Me." 

And on and on goes the chase. 

The soul is weakening, and its stub- 
bornness is fast ebbing to despair. The 
Hound's stamina of love is overpower- 
ing the hare's terror-born strength. 

The hare has ceased its flight and 
awaits the Hound. 

The soul can now be considered in 
its dying moment. It is a psychologi- 
cal fact that in the moment before 
death comes the mind reviews all its 
life minutely. So must the soul have 
been thinking of its life. It sees per- 
haps for the first time what a fool it 
has been. 

The soul sees broken to bits the ar- 
mor with which it had offset the mili- 
tant Love. The arguments that com- 
pose that armor now seem only to tor- 
ture his ,wound, and words taste like 
gall in the mouth that once so freely 
uttered them. 

He was strong, yes; but where 
has his strength flown now? He is at 
the mercy of Him whom he slighted. 
Thou hast spoken truly, oh soul. God's 
love is a weed that chokes out all other 
growth, and now it is taking thee as 
His own — this same weed that thou 
so feared. 

The troubles thou so easily cast 
aside in years past have suddenly 



grown heavy. They oppress thee and 
now thou attemptest to put them asida. 
And behold ; they hurl thee back. Thou 
wilt need aid, O soul, and that must 
come from Him. 

When thou soughtest Nature in thy 
headlong flight dost thou, O soul, re- 
member how the trees, the grass, the 
flowers, the earth, all Nature seemed to 
die and be no more? And thou know- 
est that when the warm spring sun 
shone again how everything bloomed 
anew, with greater beauty and abund- 
ance. So must thou, soul, die. And 
it will be hard to die on account of thy 
life unless thou feel God's love. 

And when thou hast felt His divine 
smile upon thee thou shalt rise and 
blossom in greater glory, even like to 
Nature in the warmth of His tender- 
ness. 

"Ah! must- 
Designer infinite ! — 
Ah, must Thou char the wood 'ere 
Thou canst limn with it?" 

The touching appeal in those words 
wells up the sympathy in our hearts 
for this helpless creature. It is hard 
for the soul to realize that after these 
long mortal years of trials and tribu- 
lations, the greatest suffering. Death, 
must be undergone. 

Death is terrible to man because of 
the uncertainty. Man fears only the 
unknown. Such is the soul's thought 
when it feels death drawing near; 
when it hears the sounding of the 
trumpet and the Voice speaking. Be 
thankful, soul for His love follows 



THE REDWOOD. 



Ill 



even yet. Pray that Death but wait 
till He come. The soul is speaking 
in a tearful frenzy. It is yet unable 
to receive His love. The soul asks : 

"Must Thy harvest fields 

Be dunged w^ith rotten death?" 

As the soul is slowly leaving its 
mortal habitation, and now grows 
sadly penitent, the Voice is sounding 
louder and louder, until one hears it 
speaking in kind reproof. Thou, soul, 
listen thou to the words that are fall- 
ing to thy shame. Hear that tale of 
wondrous love, of compassionate re- 
gard. Hide not thy head, but raise it 
in thankful prayer, for He speaks 
with love, not anger. 

Harken, as He tells thee of thy 



pleasures that thou so mournest leav- 
ing. He has stored them where 
"thieves and rust cannot harm them." 
He loves thee yet. Rejoice, for thou 
art saved ! 

Lo ! He is speaking. The voice is 
saying: 
'Rise ! Clasp My hand and come." 

Now go to thy peace, so unde- 
served. Go to His Love and His 
happiness. 

The Voice is speaking again as the 
soul leaves : 

"Ah, fondest, blindest, weakest, 
I am He Whom Thou seekest ! 
Thou dravest Love from thee, who 
dravest Me." 

WM. STEWART CANNON. 



112 THE REDWOOD. 

CHARITY SOUGHT ON CHRISTMAS DAY 



I set me forth the Christmas dawn, 
"Today," methought, "was great Love born." 
In thought my soul exultant cried, 
"All hearts beat Love, this holy morn ! 
And tremble, vibrate rapture. Earth ! 
Men love all men! Be banished. Pride! 
Today love naught but Charity." 

"Ah blessed me ! Ah favored man ! 

This holy, red unprisoned flame, 

This spark of God," exclaimed my thought, 

"Today is thine, thy sight's to claim. 

Now straightway hunt its visage out." 

I thus resolved — made this my aim : 

"I'll go and seek out charity." 

Unto a temple soon I came. 

Without, Christ's haggard, begging poor; 

Within, fine-clothed rich, low bowed. 

They rose, they passed without the door, 

The waiting poor a few endowed 

With shamed coins — no cheer — no more. 

I questioned "Is this Charity?" 

I hid me in a Fashion's hall ; 

This holy day kind Wealth had planned 

To give good gifts to waifs in want. 

Ashamed and sad its ways I scanned — 

A mere display, a vulgar cant, 

A show that but a vainness fanned. 

I, chol'ric cried "Not Charity!" 



THE REDWOOD. 113 

I found me in a cloister house. 
Now, Love, at last I'll greet thee here ! 
Here Pax makes way for sweet Amor. 
Hark! cowled monks do speak: I swear 
Of faults they talk, for faults a score 
This one and that smarts in their care — 
Faith waning here ! No Charity ! 

I went me to a hospital 

Where nuns of Charity, saint faced 

Served gnawing Pain ; and lo ! I saw 

Four hundred motley men where paced, 

By hunger sent here, and no law 

Did stay their need, and nuns' smiles graced 

The weighted boards. Sweet Charity ! 

Into a workman's house I stepped, 

A hoveled room, a wasted form 

On barren bed ; some grieved ones near 

Were sore of Want, that cruel worm — 

But more! A neighborman brought Cheer, 

His half-loaf brought and self. Thy norm 

I now beheld. Great Charity! 

I passed me through the paupered streets. 

A child a cringing cur to save 

From sufifering, I saw ; and one 

With hidden sweets the streets did brave 

To give to friend that else had none. 

"God child," I cried, "these guileless have 

Thine infant Love, Thy Charity!" 

I moved me to the prison place 

With drooping soul. My wish was now 

In meanest shape Uncharity 



114 THE REDWOOD. 

To know, to see, to mark its brow. 
"For since," methought, "Uncharity 
In such fair things that I must know 
In foul I'll seek Uncharity." 

The braided captain stood his place, 

A Magdalene they brought to him. 

"And let her go this day," he said. 

A sin-seared wretch's eyes grew dim, 

A coin he clasped, and went. I weighed 

The what I saw : what I had seen : 

And murmured, "Here is Charity." 

LAWRENCE A. FERNSWORTH, 



THE REDWOOD. 



115 



THE CAPTAIN'S CHRISTMAS PRESENT 



SHE lay to in the undulating water, 
with only the jib and foregailant 
sail to catch the wind. Once in 
awhile she would duck, and green 
water washed over her foc'sle two 
feet deep, and came spurting out the 
hawseholes in a white mass of foam. 

It was the wind-up of the great gale, 
that gale of the early fifties which, 
originating on the bleak coast of Si- 
beria, roared down through the islands 
of the Orient sending hundreds of 
junks to the bottom, and spreading cold 
desolation inwards for twelve leagues 
or more. 

It was, as I say, the tail end of 
the gale, a last dying gasp, as it were, 
of the mighty force of the vast Pa- 
cific. Dawn was just breaking. A 
leaden light suffused itself over grey 
water, and melted gradually and al- 
most imperceptibly the heavy-lying 
mist which robbed the water of its 
blueness and filled the atmosphere 
with a powdery something that seemed 
to choke the very spirit of one, as well 
as his lungs. 

Small wonder that the crew was 
sullen. For four days they had fought 
the wind, when very wind and sea 
seemed leagued against them. No 
warm food had entered their mouths, 
no dry clothes had been put on their 
backs, no time for anything but fight 
— fight — fight. Pull here, haul there. 
Take in a slapping sail when the bel- 



lying gusts tore the reef-points out of 
their hands, and lashed their faces with 
stray ends of gaskets and flying 
spume. 

Again, I repeat, small wonder they 
were exhausted and tempers hung 
balanced on the knife-edge of a ner- 
vous tension, and on the fifth day when 
the last traces of the storm had blown 
from off the water, no one vi^as sur- 
prised when Tom, the kanaka cook, 
and "Big Alec," the Swede, rolled into 
the scuppers with flashing knives, and 
only separated when the kanaka came 
off with a six-inch cut across his breast 
a)7d the foremast hand's thumb be- 
tween his bloody teeth. 

By the time this pleasant episode was 
over, and the bully mate had kicked 
his toe sore on each, the deck was 
washed up and all scenes of the con- 
flict removed just as the master, Cap- 
tain Gallsworth, stepped out of the 
hatchway and took his position on the 
poop. 

Standing there by the binnacle with 
legs set far apart, blue cap pushed far 
back and to the right of his one good, 
glaring eye, he presented a typical pic- 
ture of what he was, a hard master of 
hard men. No kindly gleam came 
from that one eye, but, as if conscious 
of the absence of the other it shot 
with double malice and double coarse- 
ness, and it was the boast of the surly 
owner that with this one optic he could 



116 



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out-glare any man that had ever set 
his foot on a good streak deck. 

He was a tartar, and was proud of it, 
cruel, and glad of it, coarse, and jovial 
over it, but, worst of all, drunk at 
times and stupid over it. 

"Blast me," he'd say, thumping his 
fist on the rail. "See that knuckle? 
Well, I broke it on a man's jaw. See 
that finger? Well, I bent it in a man's 
eye. No sir; give me a man what as 
I can't handle an' I give up my pa- 
pers, and walk to forard." 

It is plain that it needs no further 
development to tell what kind of a ship 
The Prowler was, and so she hurried 
onward, with a sullen crew, a sullen 
skipper and a morose and sullen fate. 

When men's lives are spent at con- 
stant routine, at an occupation that is 
gruelling and triesome, it takes little 
or no event to break the monotony 
and act as a stimulus to arouse un- 
usual interest. 

Therefore when the lookout shout- 
ed, "Boat ahoy, sir, a few points ofif the 
starboard bow !" everyone ran forward 
and lined the rail, only to be knocked 
back by the storming mate, and told, 
"No gass whacking allowed here." 

The boat was a staunch one, a ship's 
longboat evidently, and when it hove 
to on the port side and the occupants 
climbed aboard by way of the Jacob's 
ladder, the mate gave orders "to trice 
it up onto the forcastle," where it was 
battened down and provisioned as a 
valued addition to the ship's comple- 
ment. 

Two of the three occupants of the 



boat were plainly sailors, and were 
sent forward after a short but warm 
interview with the captain. This ad- 
dition to his crew- somewhat depleted 
by a death or two owing to wash- 
aways, proved to be most welcome, 
and put him in better humor to deal 
with the third passenger of the boat, 
apparently a person of some individu- 
ality and one worth looking after. 

He was a little man about five feet 
four with an unusually long body and 
queer stumpy round legs. His shoul- 
ders were stooped somewhat, and bore 
on them a round bullet-like head that 
had close-cropped greyish hair. His 
eyes had a peculiar squint as if always 
looking at some minute object, and 
his mouth turned upwards at the cor- 
ners into a shrewd though kindly 
smile. 

His voice was smooth, persuasive 
and pleasant, the grip of his tanned, 
stubby hand sincere, firm and assur- 
ing. The ruddiness of his cheeks be- 
tokened good health and the red veins 
around his nose looked well for his 
good-fellowship. 

So it was not surprising that he and 
his baggage, two large carpet bags, 
were stowed comfortably aft, and 
when he ate he dined in the cabin, and 
hobnobbed amicably with the captain. 

They had good weather until they 
were about in Long. 70, 19 "14", and 
Lat. 30 18'16", or some few hundred 
miles northwest of Wake island. Here 
they ripped into a lagging gale, and 
had the mizzenmast jerked clean out 
of her, owing to the tardiness of the 



THE REDWOOD. 



117 



second mate in taking in the spanker. 

The captain swore, and raved at the 
remaining bit of the wind, but prom- 
ised cheerfully that the ship would be 
hell afloat all the rest of the voyage. 

Then they ran into a calm, and 
floundered about helplessly on a 
smooth running sea, for three days, 
hot, so hot that the deck burned and 
copper bolts were too heated to touch. 

The captain, true to his promise, 
invented petty little jobs to keep them 
busy; made them haul down a per- 
fectly good block and oil the wheels ; 
.■■;ent them over the side to paint the 
rust streaks, and all the while nagged 
and swore and glared with his one tre- 
mendous eye until the crew, rebelling, 
had to be driven by the aid of marlin- 
spikes into their stronghold, the foc'- 
sle. 

"By thunder," shouted the captain, 
"I'll show you. Try to run me, will 
you? Come ambling along my deck 
with your dirty feet? Mate, trice up 
Prentice. If they don't give him up 
I'll proclaim mutiny and will fill that 
hold with dead even if I have to make 
Africa in the long boat. Come out. 
Prentice, you mangy dog, and show 
yourself as the man you orter be. 
You'll lead no more mutinies on my 
ship." 

But Prentice refused to come out 
and the crew barricaded themselves in 
the forecastle, indulging in a long and 
fruitless sailors' harangue, practically 
to end in a passive mutiny. 

Captain Gallsworth seeing that to 
patrol an empty deck was useless, re- 



treated to his cabin and indulged in 
liquid solace, until being almost inca- 
pacitated for work and duty he stum- 
bled into his bunk and snored bibu- 
lously. 

Meanwhile the strange little passen- 
ger had been most busy. He bundled 
himself off to the sullen sailors and by 
a calm persuasive talk pointed out to 
them the folly of mutiny, especially 
with three well-armed officers on 
board and no navigator amongst them- 
selves, and advised the sending of a 
committee to the quarter-deck and 
there stating their wrongs to endeavor 
to arrive at some amicable settlement 
of an altogether nasty business. 

He then hastened aft, and met the 
captain. Gradually bringing him 
around to his view of things, with the 
aid of an excellent bottle of Madeira, 
he leaned over the table and whis- 
pered a dread secret in Gallsworth's 
ear. 

Dread or momentous, I say, because 
the captain's face positively lit up in 
a something that almost resembled a 
cheerful smile. The one eye had a 
pucker in its corner that vainly tried 
to suggest good will. 

Rising, the captain put out his horny 
palm and grasping the chubby one of 
his little passenger, exclaimed : "By 
the Flying Dutchman, sir, I'll do it. 
You're the greatest man I ever see, and 
in my time I've seen some good ones." 
• •******** 

The next day the committee came 
aft. A fair breeze had blown across 



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the waters, and sunlight ghstened 
cheerfully over the waves. 

"What was the date that there con- 
founded calm fell?" asked one man of 
another. 

"The nineteenth, by the log," came 
the answer. 

Well, that was five days ago, rea- 
soned the questioner; that makes 
today the twenty-fourth, and tomor- 
row — 

"Christmas, added the other. Bloody 
lot a good it'll do us though, not even 
plum dufif." 

And so they walked aft on their 
doubtful mission. 

They were met at the break of the 
poop by the mate, who upon hearing 
their errand went below and reported 
the fact to the captain. The mate a 
few minutes later reappeared with a 
look of blank amazement upon his 
face, and without heeding the com- 
mittee he strode rapidly to the rail 
and stared blankly out upon the heav- 
ing water. 

The three sailors shufifled uneasily 
first on one foot and then on another. 
They had not prepared for such a re- 
ception, and the strange behavior of 
the mate had completely unnerved 
them. 

They were nonplussed, had lost 
their bearings, and were completely 
out of their element. 

Presently they heard footsteps com- 
ing up the ladder, and then the cap- 
tain's bullet head appeared. His back 
was towards them and as soon as he 
turned around 



"Great guns," shouted the men, 
"he's got two eyes." 

Two eyes, grey, malevolent, only the 
new one drilled them through and 
through. It never left them, gazed 
angrily at their faces, and just looked 
and looked and looked, until, robbing 
them of their last ounce of manhood 
it froze the very core of their hearts, 
and they fled hastily pell-mell forward 
in a swirl of absolute fanatical terror. 

The mutiny was quelled, nipped in 
its incipiency, and no man forward 
dared ever mention it again, save one, 
and all he said was : 

"Scott, the devil sure gave the cap- 
tain a real live Christmas present." 
********* 

They reached port in due time and 
got ready to land passengers. The 
only one they carried came to the deck 
and prepared to get into the boat. As 
he was going over the side he took 
his hand out of his greatcoat pocket 
to shake that of the captain in 
a parting salute. 

As he did so a little card fell from 
out his pocket and one of the men 
"standing by" stealthily put his foot 
on it. As soon as the passenger had 
gone over the side he picked it up, 
after glancing carefully around, and 
read it. Immediately a strange light 
broke out on his countenance and he 
passed the card to another who made 
out only after great difficulty the fol- 
lowing : 

THE AMERICAN OCULAR CO. 

Glass Eyes a Specialty. We Fit 
any Eye with any Color 

J. C. Carter, Agent. 

RODNEY A. YOELL. 



THE REDWOOD. 



119 



CAPTAIN JOE 



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^^r^TRIKE three, ye're out, 
yelled the umpire, and Johnny 
■Johnson, the little shortstop 
of the Clarendon Union High School 
nine threw down his bat in disgust. 
Then up to the plate stepped heavy- 
set, deep-chested "Cap' Joe" Gilford. 
One glance at him overcomes every 
possible doubt as to his ball-playing 
ability. See how firmly he grasps his 
bat and note the flash of his dark-blue 
eyes as he faces the pitcher. It is true 
his face is rather grufif, but look ! He 
has hit the ball! Up, up it goes, far 
above the left fielder's head and over 
the fence — a home run ! Clarendon 
Union has won the game and ad- 
vanced another step toward the cham- 
pionship of the State High School 
League. "Joe Bush" Gilford, the 
grufifest man in school, awoke next 
morning to find himself the most pop- 
ular. 

Gilford had been unanimously 
elected captain of the Clarendon team 
at the beginning of the season, and he 
highly deserved the honor. He was 
the skilful diplomat who had per- 
suaded Benny Hout, the star pitcher, 
and Johnny Johnson, the best short- 
stop in the league, to come back to 
school. His was the artful pleading 
which had induced the school board to 
rent the corner lot for a diamond. He 
was the masterful coach who had de- 



veloped the nine picked men into a 
working unit, a well-oiled machine 
with every cog in its correct place. 

Each evening after practice as he 
walked to work in the factory where 
three weary hours must be spent in 
toilsome labor, he would mutter from 
between set teeth, "For the honor of 
Old Clarendon I'll stay with it." 

Joe Gilford's fondest dream had 
now almost come true, for, if Claren- 
don should win the next game with 
Rockway only one more victory 
would be needed to obtain the coveted 
championship. 

Hard fought was the game from 
start to finish. Clarendon took an 
early lead, but Rockway "came back" 
and tied the score in the eighth inn- 
ing. Clarendon then started a rally, 
or to be more explicit, Joe Gilford 
started a rally. The captain's single 
brought across the initial tally. After 
this Rockway was smothered under 
an avalanche of runs. At the end of 
the ninth inning the score read Clar- 
endon Union, 10; Rockway, 3. 

Enthusiasm ran high at Clarendon 
Union High, for now only one game 
separated Old Clarendon from the 
staie championship. The one topic of 
conversation at s:hool was baseball. 
Dotting me halis the deeply inter- 
ested students were clustered about 
the players in animated conversation. 



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On every side could be heard mur- 
murs of "state championship," "three- 
bagger," "sacrifice hit," "batting aver- 
age" and such kindred expressions. 
On the evening preceding the game a 
rousing rally w^as held. The flames 
of the huge bonfire mounting to the 
sky and the stirring music of the band 
helped to liven up the occasion. "Cap' 
Joe" Gilford was called upon for a 
speech and the rousing cheers that 
greeted his appearance expressed the 
confidence felt in him by the entire 
student body. At his first words a 
deep silence fell upon them all. His 
remarks were few, but to the point. 
No sooner had the echo of his voice 
died away than the whole assembly 
burst forth into a mighty cheer. 

At last the great day arrived. The 
minutes seemed hours to the waiting 
players and the frenzied partisans. 
As the hands of the clock crept slow- 
ly towards two, vast throngs began to 
flock to the scene of battle. On one 
side of the grounds were arranged the 
Hildane rooters and opposite them sat 
the supporters of Old Clarendon. The 
rival sections were a surging sea of 
color. 

Suddenly, as if by magic, the yell- 
ing and cheering in the grands'Pand 
ceased. The umpire was shouting 
through his megaphone : "Hildane 
batteries. Grand and Forbes." The 
Hildane men in their dark green uni- 
forms trotted out on the diamond. 
Grand took his place in the pitcher's 
box and a man in a gray uniform 
picked out his bat and advanced to- 



wards the plate. "Batter up, play 
ball," called the umpire. Grand 
"wound up" and delivered the ball. 
The batter was on the alert and he 
slashed the ball along the first base 
line. It bounded directly toward the 
first baseman, but just as he was 
about to grasp "the sphere" it struck 
a small rock and bounced to one side, 
and the runner was safe on first. He 
stole second and advanced to third on 
a balk by the pitcher. Then the man 
at bat knocked out a long drive and 
the Clarendon man crossed home- 
plate amid a tumult of cheers. Clar- 
endon has drawn first blood ! But 
now Grand is an enigma and retires 
his opponents. Benny Hout is air- 
tight in Clarendon's half in the field 
and Clarendon's rooters are jubilant. 
To say that Hildane went wild would 
be putting it mildly. Everyone in the 
Hildane rooting section shouted him- 
self hoarse. Now the watchword of 
the game is "Fight." Every man on 
the field is on edge and ready. Benny 
Hout makes a good hit, a two-bagger 
at least, but the right fielder makes a 
brilliant run and "pulls down" the 
hard hit ball. 

Not a player scores again until the 
seventh inning, when Forbes of Hil- 
dane slides home on an error by 
Walker, and puts his team in the lead. 
Clarendon is helpless until the ninth. 
During this inning Walker, as if to re- 
trieve his error, hits a hard line drive 
to deep right, scoring the runner 
ahead of him. The gloom in the Clar- 
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reign in every heart. The next man 
at bat strikes out and the game must 
go extra innings. 

In the first half of the tenth Hil- 
dane manages somehow to squeeze 
one man over the home plate, but one 
is all. Then Clarendon comes to bat. 
Come, Clarendon, now is the time to 
show your fighting spirit. A thous- 
and stout hearts are behind you and a 
thousand lusty voices are urging you 
on to victory. 

C. U. H. S. Rah! Rah! 

C. U. H. S. Rah! Rah! 
Hoorah ! Hoorah ! 

Clarendon! Rah! Rah! 

"Rah I Rah !" shouts all Clarendon 
as if one voice. Hammond, the first to 
the plate, is an easy victim. Anxiously 
the rooters turn to Johnson. Cries of 
encouragement fill the air. But alas 
for their hopes! Nervously he grasps 
his bat and knocks out a little "pop- 
fly" right into the outstretched hands 
of the second baseman. 

Well do the Clarendon supporters 
know the man next to bat and the 
thought inspires fresh confidence into 
their drooping spirits. 

Sky-y-y-rocket, 

Whew-w-w-w-w. 

Boom ! 

Ah! 

"Cap' Joe" 

bursts from the ardent rooters. 

Joe picks up his bat slowly and 
calmly faces the pitcher. His nerves 
are of steel and he is now the coolest 
man in the whole throng. An omi- 



nous silence prevails among the Hil- 
dane rooters as they look at him. 
Well they know that he is there to 
save the day. The pitcher delivers a 
swift ball straight over the plate and 
Joe's bat meets it squarely. Crack! 
It goes far above the head of the cen- 
ter fielder. Joe has reached second 
and is sprinting for third. The man 
on the coaching line yells "Home! 
Home!" and Joe dashes on madly. 
And then — the whole grandstand 
gives one great groan. Joe, in sharp- 
ly turning third, has tripped and fall- 
en. The ankle, weakened by last sea- 
son's rugby battles, has turned trait- 
or. For one interminable second he 
lies there prostrate. Then he rises. 
The look of agony on his face betrays 
the pain he is suffering. Game to the 
core he dashes bravely for home, but 
the instant's delay has been fatal. He 
hurls himself at the plate only to 
meet the outstretched hand of the 
catcher. The game — and the state 
championship — are lost. Unkind Fate 
has denied Joe Gilford the realization 
of his fondest hope. 

Next day in study hall "Cap' 
Joe's" eyes wore a sad, far-away look. 
He was going ofif to the lumber camps 
of Oregon. Grim old warrior! His 
most cherished dream had been shat- 
tered, but there could be no doubting 
the sincerity of the "So long, Joe, 
good luck," and the firm, hearty 
handshake given him by his school- 
mates as they bade him farewell. 

And, now, far ofif in the solitude of 
the great pine forests, as the wind 



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moans through the trees, Joe Gilford 
labors. Now and anon, after the toil 
of the day is over, his thoughts revert 
to the fond memories of the past, and 
perchance the suspicion of a tear glis- 
tens in his dark blue eyes as he recalls 



poem once com- 



the last lines of a 
mitted to memory: 

"For of all sad words of tongue or 

pen, 
"The saddest are these : 'It might 

have been.' " 

J. CHARLES MURPHY, 3rd High. 



Little Town of Bethlehem! 

Cold are thy streets, more cold am I 
When Mary mother passes by 

And I will raise no pitying eye. 

For every day she passes near, 

Knocking again, noiv there, now here. 

And still she smiles, and drops a tear ; 
little town of Bethlehem! 



GEO. B. LYLE. 



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EDITORIAL 



Six years ago in this 
I. W. W. country there came 

together a band of ex- 
laborers, socialists, tramps, hoboes 
and Others, w^ho formed an Arrierican 
branch of an organization known as 
the "Independent Workers of the 
World." What their exact mission 
was no one seemed to know and even 
they, themselves, when asked, ap- 



peared supremely ignorant of what 
they intended to accomplish. 

In the short span of six years, how- 
ever, from an insignificant local or- 
ganization they have grown so strong 
that their numbers total over 100,000 
on the Pacific slope alone and their 
secret organizers are at work in every 
important town from New York to 
San Diego. Today, also, their pur- 



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pose is quite clear and it is no small 
wonder that many see an impending 
evil in the movement that does not 
fall short of the disastrous. 

They are aiming at the union of all 
unions, or rather the union of all the 
laborers of all the world into one har- 
monious body so that they may ef- 
fectively crush out the capital system 
which now prevails. This they in- 
tend to do by refusing to work until 
all industry is taken over by the labor- 
ing classes. It is the capital system 
they seek to overthrow, and they are 
ready to use any means to accomplish 
their end. Capital is the source of all 
their woes, of poverty, oppression, 
starvation, no wages and long hours. 
Therefore, it must be smashed, 
crushed, annihilated and industry ap- 
propriated by labor. "Revolution" 
and "discontent" are their watch 
words and from the rostrum of the 
soap-box their fire-brands denounce 
all that is and advocate mutiny, force 
and even treason. Says one mani- 
festo : 

"Listen, men. The day is once 
more at hand when treason is the su- 
preme duty of every man and mutiny 
a soldier's highest obligation. * * 
In case of dispute remain at the post 
and turn out work in such shape as to 
be unfit for sale. The more skilled 
the workman is the greater his knowl- 
edge of how to spoil work without be- 
ing detected. * * * The general 
strike of all labor is nothing less than 
the social revolution at which we 
aim." 



But the most hopeless feature of the 
whole maniacal movement is that they 
have nothing to replace when their 
purpose of destruction is accom- 
plished. One I. W. W. leader was 
asked if he did not fear the conse- 
quences of overthrowing a civilization 
it has taken centuries to build. He 
replied : 

"Fear? What have we to fear? 
It's the middle class that has every- 
thing to fear. We have nothing to 
lose. Let the smash come!" 

And this is about the gist of the 
entire movement. They, indeed, have 
nothing to lose but everything in the 
world to gain, and their wild Utopian 
dreams of a land without work, (for 
three hours is what they advocate), 
has led them to a course of destruc- 
tion, force and treachery. Though 
originally they were comprised mostly 
of the rifif-raflf of repudiated socialists 
and union men it is now a well-known 
fact that they are gaining a firm foot- 
hold in the laboring classes all over 
the nation. It is a movement that 
cannot be mistaken for a local fray. It 
aims at a real war between the two 
great classes, and since they have de- 
nounced arbitration and compromise 
we cannot reasonably believe they 
will hesitate at bloodshed. 



Dispute over The California Rugby 
the Rugby Union has delayed this 

Championship year awarding the 
Cooper-Keith Trophy to the team, 
who (in the words of that agreement) 



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are the Champions of California. The 
Rugby Union seems to be in a state 
of puzzling perplexity over the situa- 
tion and procrastinates, thinking that 
course will extricate them from their 
difficulty. We think not. A cool 
weighing of the facts will more effect- 
ively minister to their end and those 
facts, far from being complex, may be 
briefly stated in a few lines. 

The University of Santa Clara play- 
ed during the season eleven games, 
out of which she lost not one. And it 
might be mentioned en passant that 
her goal was crossed but once during 
the entire season. 

Among the many who went down 
to defeat under her was the team of 
the Leland Stanford Junior Univer- 
sity. The score was 15 to 10: Stan- 
ford's ten points representing two 
penalty kicks and one field goal. Later 
the University of California played 
Stanford a tie game, after which San- 



ta Clara issued a formal challenge to 
California to play for the Rugby 
championship of the State. 

California formally refused by let- 
ter. 

What claim then have either of the 
aforementioned teams to the cham- 
pionship? The answer is as clear as 
2 plus 2 make 4. Why, then, we ask, 
in all seriousness, is the Rugby Union 
in such a quandary? Why all this 
dispute and delay? Is it because they 
regard us as upstarts? Because prior 
to this year we never figured in the 
claim and that, therefore, we never 
will? Are the intellects comprising 
this organization so feeble that they 
cannot have a surprise sprung on 
them without becoming flustered and 
confused? We strenuously recom- 
mend that the Rugby Union view our 
claim in the light of cold reason in- 
stead of refusing to be shown the 
truth because they cannot believe it. 



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Our reading table for the past 
months has been unusually well sup- 
plied with a large number of high- 
class exchanges, representing the best 
thought in current college journalism. 
As it is impossible to give more than 
a cursory glance at them through the 
medium of our Review column We 
have placed a selected number on file 
in the college reading room. Having 
filled our pipe and placed our feet com- 
fortably though unceremoniously on 
the desk's edge, we have ruminated 
on our contemporaries in the follow- 
ing manner: 



The 
Mercerian 



Containing between its 
neat white cover, a well 
selected contents "The 
Mercerian" for November, from Mercer, 
University, Georgia, early attracted 
notice, and needless to say we were 
not disappointed. On opening the 
book we were greeted by a poem 
which for delicacy of treatment and 
keen appreciation we believe to be un- 
excelled. Descriptive poems are, as a 
rule, pretty and dainty, but they sel- 
dom rank, in college publications at 



least, above good verse. A poem that 
gives the atmosphere as well as the 
coloring is what we mean, and 
"Autumn Leaves" is such a one. As 
one of the purposes of this column is 
to give The Redwood readers the ben- 
efit of our contemporaries, we take 
pleasure in reprinting it below. 

A story that is true to type, but not 
overly well handled, is "A Diverted 
Tragedy." It has the chief element 
of a short story, an episodic plot, but 
the treatment is not succinct enough 
for the theme. The diction is good, 
and a bit of description here and there 
throughout the piece rings true. On 
the whole we may dismiss it by say- 
ing that, although good, it has not 
the value its plot should warrant. 

"The Deacon's Trial" is also worthy 
of notice, as are "The Gist of the 
Matter," and "The Murderer." "The 
Sceptered Season," a poem, is good, 
though it partakes somewhat of the 
typical autumnal poem. 

We miss in the publication a good 
essay, for while it is true that stories 
and poems should make up the body 
of the book, yet a sincere, steady and 
carefully written essay, lends dignity 



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and solidarity to the general makeup 
that is very desirable. The various 
departments of the book are excel- 
lent, and since, (though it lacks an es- 
say), nothing human is perfect we give 
the Mercerian a high place in our opin- 
ion. 



The "Ave Maria", as 
"Ave Maria" usual, is not only 
meaty, but contains 
many articles that are a delight to 
read. The opening poem, "Mater 
Dei," is tender and full of reverential 
and delicately worded sentiments. The 
essay, "An Old Time Irish Physician", 
imparts a good deal of useful informa- 
tion in an entertaining manner. While 
these two qualities are supposed to 
constitute a good essay they are not 
often found combined. A story, "The 
Black Spine," is well written and has 
sufficient local color in it to give the 
proper setting. The departments are 
excellently edited and are permeated 
throughout by a fervid spirit of Cath- 
olic faith. The magazine should find 
its place on the reading table of every 
Catholic family. 



The Williams In the "Williams 
Literary Monthly" for October 

Monthly we have had the good 

fortune to run across a modern-day 
story of sordid politics, told in a clear, 
refreshing and interesting manner. 
"The Man With an Idea" is the title 
and we enjoyed every line of it, espe- 



cially the natural and close-drawn 
character delineation. We notice, 
however, a lack of verse which detracts 
somewhat from the tout ensemble of 
the publication. What poems there 
are, however, are good, and we espe- 
cially commend a dialect verse, "The 
Garden." It does not run to excess, 
and is pleasant to read, the critic not 
having to stop to decipher some syn- 
copated English word. The essay, 
"On College and the World," is clear- 
ly written in a fine clear style. The 
author has something to say, and says 
it in a fashion that is as convincing 
as charming. It would be well, if some 
of our half-baked educational theory 
faddists would read the article in ques- 
tion. It might stop some of their use- 
less babble, and thus confer upon a 
long suflFering college public a great 
boon. 

Taking it long by large, the book 
is well put together, and if the edi- 
tors will only seek for a little more 
verse nothing but praise will fall to 
their lot on the really splendid show- 
ing of their paper. 



Harvard 
Monthly 



Our old friend and 
contemporary, "T h e 
Harvard Monthly," 
presents itself before us. Always wel- 
come, the November number is no ex- 
ception to the rule, and on opening it 
we were met by a table of contents 
that is as entertaining as it is com- 
plete. The best thing in the book, 
and one that is written in a mature, 



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keen style, is "The Black Heaven." 
The title is suggestive of a story, but 
it is far from that, being an essay, 
dealing with the old metaphysical 
question of Satanism or devil-worship. 
While the subject matter could be im- 
proved and is not worthy of the style, 
yet nothing gross or unelevating will 
be found in it. Careful research is 
evident upon the reading, and the au- 
thor deserves a worthy meed of con- 
gratulations for a work well done. A 
poem, "The Invalid," is well handled, 
and breathes an atmosphere of sympa- 
thy that is delicately suggestive. It 
is rather long, yet it does not deterio- 
rate towards the end. The meter is 
good and suits the theme. 

The article, it can hardly be termed 
an essay, "The New England Grand- 
mother", is marked by a kindly 
warmth and grateful respect. For 
those who like facts regarding our 
early stock on the eastern coast, this 
article will prove most interesting. 
"Griggs" is a well written story, but it 
could have been worked up a little 
more suddenly at the climax, and this 
would have added materially to the 
structure. 

"Idyll" is also well handled, but at 
places it is strained. The diction is 
good and so is the theme, yet a more 
skillful reading before publication, 
would have undoubtedly improved it. 
We also suggest to the editors more 
verse. A book may be good, but never 
really complete without it. 



The Fleur 
De Lis 



"The Fleur De Lis" 
from St. Louis Univer- 
sity has always been 
known for its high standard. The No- 
vember issue sustains this reputation, 
not owing to any particular article, 
but more to an all-round judiciously 
selected contents that makes the pa- 
per seem what it is, mature, balanced 
and interesting. 

The essay, "The Catholic Church and 
Labor", is studiously constructed, and 
shows a deep knowledge on the au- 
thor's part of our great industrial ques- 
tions. Such sane papers as these do a 
great deal of good and are therefore 
to be encouraged. 

"May the Best Man Win," a story, 
is good and suitably told, as is "Uncle 
Silas & Co." The latter seems a bit 
amateurish in parts, but on the whole 
is worthy of comimendation. 

The verse of the book is equal to 
the other branches of literature. "A 
Vision of Erin" is prettily written and 
contains some lines of good poetic de- 
scription. "Autumn," another poem, is 
also well done, as are the various de- 
partments of the book. 

And here we must close. We should 
like to go on and enumerate more of 
our exchanges, but space forbids. Un- 
der the circumstances all we could do 
is to acknowledge their reception, and 
promise in the next number to give 
them the attention that they justly de- 
serve. 



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We acknowledge receipt of the fol- 
lowing : The Loyola University Mag- 
azine, The Sage Brush, of Univ. of Ne- 
vada ; The Whitworthian, The Univ. 
of North Carolina Magazine, The Holy 
Cross Purple, The Fordham Monthly, 
which was very fine, The Williams and 
Mary Literary Magazine, The Pacific 
Star, The Spectrum, Haverfordian, 
The Carolinian, The Chaparral, The 
Morning Star, The Exponent, The Col- 
legian, The Xaverian, The Dial, 
Mount Angel Magazine, The Laurel, 
The Ephebeum, The Academia , The 
Campion, Gonzaga, and Georgetown 
Journal. 



AUTUMN SCENES 

Now gentle winds sigh softly o'er the 

fields. 
And dreamy sunlight languid glory 

yields 
The yellow corn its golden ears hangs 

low. 
The rosy-tinted forest dreams of snow. 

Look, how the crows, on treetops, cal- 
ling loud. 

With piping blackbirds form a noisy 
crowd. 

While, far above, in dim and distant 
sky. 

Faint lines of honking geese move 
southward by. 

And far below 'mong sparsely-shaded 
hills, 

'Neath morning mist, sparkle the rip- 
pling rills. 



Where falling nuts the happy children 

greet. 
And grapevines stoop with purple 

clusters sweet. 

Still farther on, in glen and open glade. 

The asters and the golden-rod now 
fade ; 

But from the lingering, blue-eyed gen- 
tians fair, 

A fragrance loads the sweet autumnal 
air. 

Julian J. Sizemore, in the Mercerian. 



BOOK REVIEWS 

Faustula 

John Ayscough is an author of high 
standing and it is with pleasure that 
we read any new production from his 
pen. 

"Faustula" is the name of his new 
book, and it is written with all the 
charm of his Mezzogiorno and Hurd- 
cott. It is the tale of a little Roman 
maid, of such simplicity and charm 
that the reader's heart is won for her 
at the very outstart. Her pathetic 
story is well worth reading, and since 
"Quo Vadis" we know of no book that 
approaches it for delineation of the life 
of the early Christian Roman era. 

The descriptions are strong, vivid 
and well-drawn. The characters are 
natural and where necessary, striking. 
On the whole it is an interesting book, 
and one well worth attention. 

It is daintily bound in gold and 
green. Published by Benziger Bros. 
New York. Price, net, $L35. 



130 THE REDWOOD. 



Sugar Camp and After teresting style about real boys, and 

Father Spalding, that famous juve- throughout the book imparts a good 

nile author, has published his new deal of useful information. 

book, "The Sugar Camp and After." The book is published by Benziger 

It is written in his usual clear and in- Bros., New York. Price, net, 85 cts. 



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The campus mail-man 
Who is He? is indeed, a popular 
creation. He is no uni- 
formed agent of "Uncle Sam's" postal 
retinue, but just an ordinary "cram- 
mer" like any one of us, empowered 
with the rare prerogative of shouting- 
out colloquial soubriquets and flinging 
with some ado scented epistles of 
variegated colors, down from the ven- 
erable band-stand to respondent 
voices and eager oustretched hands 
below. 

The campus mail-man is the final 
clearing-house, as it were, and his ex- 
changes are joys and glooms : — what 
may not a letter contain? Notwith- 
standing, he is a popular man, this 
precusor of joy or gloom, and he holds 
his audience as no orator can. 

And who is this grave personage, 
vested with such a weighty office? 
Don't you know? Why it's Michael 
Angelo "Bess"! He is the right man 
in the right place, is our campus mail- 
man. Go wheresoever you will, it is 
doubtful if you will find his equal. 
Then, stand by for a skyrocket.. All 
set? Let 'er go: "S-s-s-k-k-y-y-r-o- 
c-k-e-t, t-h-z-z-z-z-z ; b-o-o-m ! a-a-h ! — 
Michael Angelo 'Bess' "! 



This new method of distributing the 
mail is very good, and its advantages 
over the old method are obvious, 
since the chief aim is to expedite the 
distribution and thereby save much of 
the unnecessary waste of time una- 
voidably incurred in the old method, 
when everyone receiving mail had to 
be sought out while at table. 

Still, there is room for more expedi- 
tion even in the new method. Now, 
when 'Bess' shouts out some ab- 
sentee's name, he generally keeps that 
absentee's letter for a second reading, 
and very often for a third and a fourth 
reading; all of which is a useless loss 
of time and a source of needless work 
for our energetic campus mail-man. 
We would suggest a remedy which 
is entirely feasible. It is this: That 
when an absentee's name is called he 
should request anybody present to de- 
liver the letter. There are any num- 
ber of fellows who will gladly render 
one another this slight accommoda- 
tion. It makes for the general good 
spirit too. This is not new by any 
means, it is a scheme followed in many 
places where conditions are similar. 



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Football 
Adieu 



"The team ! the team ! 
the team ! 'wow' !" — 
yes and a thousand 
times more will these words drum in 
our ears when the future shall bring 
us back in heart and mind to the Rug- 
by machine of nineteen hundred and 
twelve, and the scenes of Rugby bat- 
tle shall pass again before the mind's 
eye with all their reality, tense zest 
and rousing yells ! 

With the game on November 23rd, 
against the University of Nevada, our 
football season came to a victorious 
close. Every man who donned a foot- 
ball suit, whether making the "Squad" 
or not, in any of the teams, deserved 
the hearty congratulations of the stu- 
dent body, and this department of "The 
Redwood" will do its share of the 
shouting, now that we must bid adieu, 
for another year, to football. All hands 
please: "The teams! — bray! — bray- 
bray — the teams !" 

Other staunch boosters and sup- 
porters, there are who should be re- 
membered, for their loyal share in mak- 
ing the season just closed the most 
successful in the annals of the Uni- 
versity. Here's cordial thanks and 
wishes for them too. May we meet 
them again in baseball. 



, On November 15th, the 

Students commodious library in 

Library ^^^ ^^^ g^^^j^^ j^^jj 

was thrown open to the use of the 
student members. The pick of the very 



best in English literature is available 
there, from light romance reading to 
the fiery oratory of Webster and 
O'Connell. All ought to join and en- 
joy the treat, especially as the rains 
are soon due. Messrs. Joseph Ramon 
Aurrecochea, Joseph Raymond Par- 
ker, and William Stewart Cannon 
have been appointed censors. 



Football The football show and 

Show and rally held the night of 

*^^"y November 22nd, were 

a fit prelude to the big event they pre- 
ceded, — the game against Nevada. We 
regret to remark that the spirit of the 
rally was not up to its usual pitch, 
though what caused this it is not easy 
to say. Perhaps the unusualness of 
the entertainment which followed was 
uppermost in most minds ; for such in- 
deed it proved to be. Or, perhaps, it 
was in great part due to that irresisti- 
ble wildness which gets hold of one 
when a German band, a biting 
night, and an old-fashioned bon- 
fire are the main attractions. 
But if there was no "pep" 
outside the Auditorium there was cer- 
tainly plenty of it displayed inside, 
when Coach Higgins announced the 
men who were to play in the game 
of the year. After each assignment by 
the coach the house fairly shook to its 
foundations, with perfect unison of vo- 
cal salvos. And the music that fin- 
ished the program can be best spoken 
of in the idiom of the singers them- 
selves, — "perfectly splendorious." 



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On the morning of No- 
A Visit vember 20th, Mr. Jos- 

eph Scott, the promi- 
nent Los Angeles attorney, paid Santa 
Clara an impromptu visit. Mr. Scott 
is also president of the Board of Ed- 
ucation and a member of the Chamber 
of Commerce of that growing city. As 
he is an alumnus of the old Mission 
University there was considerable in- 
terest shown .n his visit by the stu- 
dents and faculty. His address to the 
students on that day is considered one 



of the most cheerfully captivating and 
at the same time forceful extempore 
speeches ever delivered from the stage 
of the Auditorium — and that stage 
has supported many a silver-tongued 
orator, and many a masterful man. 
We would like to comment on the ad- 
dress itself, but space will not allow. 
Suffice it to say that "Joe" Scott has 
spoken and left with us certain indel- 
ible impressions of immense conse- 
quence. Thanks for the holiday, Mr. 
Scott ! 



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Hon. Reginald Del Valle, 
'73, '89 B. S., 73, of Los Angeles, 

and Philip B. Lynch, Com- 
mercial, '89, of Vallejo, are two of 
California's thirteen presidential elec- 
tors who will cast their votes for 
Woodrow Wilson, our next President, 
when the electoral college meets. Both 
were named electors on the Democrat- 
ic ticket at the recent national elec- 
tions. Mr. Del Valle is mentioned as 
a very likely candidate for the posi- 
tion of United States minister to Mex- 
ico. 



The Rev. Joseph McQuaide, 
'88 A. B., '88, pastor of Sacred 

Heart Church, San Fran- 
cisco, visited Santa Clara recently in 
company with the Hon. Joseph Scott, 
Ph. D., of Los Angeles, an honorary 
alumnus of Santa Clara. A spirit of 
loyalty to his Alma Mater that does 
not wane with the years always makes 
Father McQuaide trace his steps to 
Santa Clara whenever in this vicin- 



ity. Father McQuaide is still the ar- 
dent and commanding worker in all 
that is for good in the civil life of the 
commonwealth that he came to be 
known as soon after taking up his 
work in the vineyard of the Lord. His 
name is known from one end of the 
State to the other, and beyond her 
confines. 



'90 



Eugene O. McLaughlin, an 
old student of the early 90's, 
and the son of E. McLaugh- 
lin, of San Jose, is president of the 
Union Hardware Company, of Los An- 
geles. Mr. McLaughlin was a fellow 
student of our Rev. Father President, 
and is the father of Edward McLaugh- 
lin, '06. 



John J. O'Toole, B. S. '90, 

'90 is the newly installed Grand 

Knight of the Knights of 

Columbus, San Francisco Council. 

Mr. O'Toole is a prominent attorney 

in San Francisco. 



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135 



Archibald Campbell, an at- 
'91 torney of San Luis Obispo, 

was among old Santa Clara 
students to win honors at the recent 
elections. He will represent his dis- 
trict at the next meeting of the Cali- 
fornia Assembly, as a senator. Mr. 
Campbell graduated from the commer- 
cial department in '91. 



'05 



Charles Byrnes of San Ra- 
fael was elected to the state 
assembly at the general 
elections last month. Mr. Byrnes won 
athletic honors for himself and his fel- 
low students in 1905 as a member of 
the 'varsity baseball team. He is now 
practicing law in San Rafael. 



Gerald P. Beaumont, Ex '05, 
'05 is doing brilliant work as 

a writer on the Oakland 
Tribune in which, beside his regular 
journalistic contributions, excellent 
verse frequently appears under his 
name. After leaving college Mr. 
Beaumont was for a time city editor 
of the San Jose Mercury. More re- 
cently he was city editor of the Sacra- 
mento Union. At Santa Clara Mr. 
Beaumont was prominent in dramatic 
and literary work. He played import- 
ant roles in Light Eternal and in the 
Passion Play, and when, in 1909, the 
Constantine of Mr. South was pro- 
duced, he assisted in training the par- 
ticipants, forsaking his journalistic la- 
bors to do this service for his Alma 



Mater. He was also on the staff of 
The Redwood, and his work takes 
place among the best this magazine 
has printed. 



Albert M. Trescony, Ex. '07, 
'07 was up from the Trescony 

Ranch at San Lucas, the la- 
ter part of November, and called to 
see old friends on the campus. 



We understand that James 
'09 R. Daly, A. B. '09, is now 

registered in the law de- 
partment at Georgetown. For two 
years after leaving his Alma Mater, 
Mr. Daly was a teacher at Seattle Col- 
lege, Seattle, Wash. Mr. Daly was 
president of the Dramatic Society the 
year "Constantine" was produced. 
Besides assuming heavy managerial 
burdens, Mr. Daly played important 
roles in a number of the dramas at 
Santa Clara. 



Earl Leslie R. Askam holds 
'09 a responsible clerical posi- 

tion with the Southern 
Pacific Company, in connection with 
the shops at Sparks. Nevada. Mr. As- 
kam left Santa Clara in 1910, after a 
brilliant career in the class-room, and 
as a sprinter and a member of the bas- 
ket-ball squad ; Mr. Askam was a big 
point-getter for the college. Possessed 
of an excellent tenor voice, he enter- 
tained often at student functions in 
the theater. 



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THE REDWOOD. 



George J. Mayerle, Ex '09, 
'09 witnessed the second War- 

atah match at Santa Clara 
last month. Mr. Mayerle is now as- 
sociated with his father in the well 
known optical establishment that bears 
the Mayerle name, in San Francisco. 
While at college Mr. Mayerle was the 
most popular entertainer in the yard. 
He possessed high abilities as a com- 
edian, and his services were always in 
demand for student entertainments, 
which were quite frequent. Being a 
good singer, a good dancer and a good 
actor his offerings were wont to evoke 
rounds of applause and laughter. Mr. 
Meyerle was also gifted with excel- 
lent dramatic powers, and won suc- 
cess in heavy tragic parts in some of 
Santa Clara's notable theatrical pro- 
ductions. Among the roles he assumed 
were that of the Jester in "The Fool's 
Bauble," Sestertius, the renegade 
Christian, in "Constantine," and the 
mesmerist in "The Bells". Mr. May- 
erle is still as popular a figure as ever 
on the college campus, when he vis- 
its it. 



'10 



Seth T. Heney, Ex '10, vis- 
ited Santa Clara recently. 
For two years Mr. Heney 
was business manager of the Red- 
wood. He is now associated with his 
brother in Heney's Chateau Ricardo 
Cellars_, an extensive wine establish- 
ment with headquarters at Cupertino, 
and is manager of the company. 



Matt Dromiack, of Reno, 
'11 Nevada, a popular student 

of two years ago, now as- 
sociated with the Ninon Bank at Reno, 
visited the University the latter part 
of last month. Mr. Dromiack is one 
of the most loyal of the old boys, and 
a visit to California without a trip 
to Santa Clara is something he cannot 
imagine. 



It will doubtless interest 
'12 students of more recent 

years, and of today, to hear 
a word about the class that most re- 
cently received their sheepskins from 
Santa Clara, the class of '12. With 
one exception we have been able to ob- 
tain information regarding every mem- 
ber of the several classes of graduates. 

We have heard no word of Fred O. 
Hoedt. We know he has not forgot- 
ten us, and we trust that some old stu- 
dent whose eyes may fall on this, will 
be able to put us in touch with each 
other. 

P. R. Leak, A. B., is assistant man- 
ager of the Woodland Democrat, at 
Woodland, Cal. He is associated with 
his father and with his brother, Ed- 
ward Leak, A. B., in the management 
of the paper. 

Chris Degnan, A. B., has a position 
in the Johnson & Heney Law office in 
San Francisco, in connection with a 
law course at Hastings Law School. 

D. R. Holm, A. B., is associated as 
city sales manager with his father in 



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137 



the business of the Holm Millinery 
Co. He is also attending the morning 
sessions of the Hastings Law School. 

Herbert L. Ganahl, A. B., last year's 
Redwood manager, is studying law in 
the office of John W. Maltman, in the 
Nevada Bank Building, San Francisco. 

William P. Veuve, A. B., occupies a 
responsible position with the Pacific 
States Telephone and Telegraph Co., 
in San Jose, and is an occasional visit- 
or on the college campus. 

M. P. Detels, A. B., is a student in 
the Stanford University law depart- 
ment. 

John F. Curry, A. B., is in the office 
of the Southern Pacific Engineering 
Department, at Auburn, Cal. 

Harry Wildy, B. S., is in the engin- 
eering department of the new aque- 
duct under construction from Owens 
Lake in the San Joaquin Mountains to 
afford a new water supply for Los An- 
geles. 

Louis Canepa, B. S., is also in Los 
Angeles. He is attending the law de- 



partment at the University ot South- 
ern California there. 

Joseph J. Hartman, B. S., is attend- 
ing the medical department of the Uni- 
versity of California. 

Dominic DeFiore, B. S., is manag- 
ing a prune orchard near San Jose. 

Hardin Norman Barry, A. M., is 
back in Reno, in his father's law office, 
after a season in Eastern Canada in 
the ranks of professional base ball. 
Mr. Barry expects to take the law ex- 
amination this spring, for the Nevada 
bar, and after that he will go east to 
fill out his term with the Philadelphia 
North Americans. 

Six of the graduates still remain 
with us, and are registered in the law 
department of the University. They 
are Roy Bronson, A. B., who also 
teaches mathematics, Edward White, 
B. S., graduate manager of our foot- 
ball squad, Chauncey Tramutola, B. 
S., president of the student body, Rob- 
ert M. Hogan, B. S., and Marco S. 
Zarick, B. S. 

L. A. FERNSWORTH 



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The following is a list of the games 
played by the Santa Clara Varsity: — 

St. Ignatius - U. S. C. 25 

Waratahs 20 U. S. C. 8 

California Freshmen U. S. C. 11 

Stanford Freshmen U. S. C. 3 

Stanford Second 3 U. S. C. 5 

Stanford Varsity 10 U. S. C. 15 

California Second 0---U. S. C. Second 

Southern California 3 U. S. C. 19 

Waratahs 19 U. S. C. 8 

Barbarians - U. S. C. 8 

Nevada 3 U. S. C. 19 

Santa Clara's rugby season was 
brought to a close by the final whistle 
of the Nevada — Santa Clara game. 
After three months of hard playing 
and faithful training, each and every 
member of the team has brought hon- 
or to himself and his University. 

A record has been made seldom 
equalled by any team, and never be- 
fore equalled by a Santa Clara team. 
With a total of 179 points against 19 
the team's wonderful scoring ability 
has been demonstrated — to say noth- 



ing of its defensive playing, as the 19 
points scored against it will show. 
Those present at the Santa Clara — Ne- 
vada game saw for the first time this 
season, an American team cross the 
Santa Clara goal line. 

Too great credit cannot be awarded 
Coach Higgins, who has given the 
skill and knowledge necessary for 
good rugby players, and at the same 
time instilled into them a fighting spir- 
it which was to a great extent the key- 
note of their success. 

Every student registered in the Uni- 
versity has nothing but praise and 
congratulations for Coach Higgins 
and his men, and with an abundance 
of material to work on in picking next 
year's team, the prospects point to a 
repetition of the fine work accom- 
plished this year. 

S. C. U. 8— WARATAHS 20 

On Sunday, November the 10th, 
Santa Clara met the Waratahs for the 
second time this season. 



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139 



Although the score was practically 
the same as that of the former game, 
both teams displayed more rugby abil- 
ity than was in evidence at their form- 
er meeting. 

The game was hard fought ev^^ry 
inch of the way, with the same grim 
determination that has marked the 
work of the Santa Clara team all sea- 
son. 

In the earlier stages of the game 
Santa Clara was much more danger- 
ous than in the later periods. More 
than once they carried the ball al- 
most the full length of the field, and 
scoring was only prevented by poor 
passing near the Australian goal line. 

After the Australians had scored 
once in the first half and Captain 
Prentice had kicked a difficult goal, 
Santa Clara exerted every effort to 
score, but the Waratahs withstood 
their attacks in fine fashion. A try 
finally came, however, when Stewart 
and Ramage laid claim to the ball 
and brought it very near the Austral- 
ian goal line. The Waratahs followed 
up quickly, and after stopping a drib- 
bling rush, Ramage kicked the ball 
over the line, where it was fallen upon, 
first by Flood and next by Voight, 
the latter tapping it for SantaClara. 
Ybarrondo failed to kick the goal. 
This concluded the scoring done by 
both teams in this half. In the second 
half the Waratahs returned much the 
stronger, although Santa Clara put up 
a stubborn fight. The team work of 
the visitors was in evidence during 



this half, and their passing was ex- 
tremely brilliant. 

Santa Clara had numerous oppor- 
tunities to score in the last half, but 
errors at critical periods, permitted 
the Waratahs to hold the home play- 
ers from their goal line. 

Santa Clara's only score during the 
second half came when Ramage 
caught the ball behind the Australian 
goal line, after an Australian player 
had poorly executed a cross-kick. 
Ramage then kicked the goal. 

Some of the boys who showed 
themselves as dependable as ever were 
Curry, at fullback. Flood and Best on 
the wings, and Voight and Momson 
as breakaways. 

S. C. U. 8— BARBARIANS 

The annual Santa Clara — Barbarian 
game was played November 17th on 
Santa Clara field. The Santa Clarans 
succeeded in holding the San Fran- 
cisco team scoreless, while they were 
successful in gathering a total of eight 
points. 

The game continued rntil darkness 
almost prevented play. This was re- 
sponsible to a great extent for the 
offside plays during the last ten min- 
utes of the game. 

Although the game was closely con- 
tested the Barbs were unable to with- 
stand the onslaughts of the red and 
white, who brought the ball time and 
again to their opponents' goal line. 

Santa Clara's first score came when 
Flood heeled the ball in front of the 



140 



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Barbarian goal-posts. On the free 
kick Ybarrondo was successful in 
sending the ball between the two posts 
for three points. These were the only- 
points scored in this half. 

In the second half the visitors put 
up a wonderful defensive game, and 
Santa Clara was able to cross their 
line but once, when Voight secured 
the ball on the 5-yard line and plunged 
over the line for a try. 

For Santa Clara Voight and Mom- 
son showed up well in the scrum, — 
Momson playing a wonderful game af- 
ter a hard work-out the day before, 
when he lined up as a member of the 
AU-American team, against the crack 
Waratahs. 

The Barbarians' bulwark of defense 
was Captain Faulkner, Meyer, and 
Brown, while the forwards at all times 
showed up to advantage. 

U. S. C. 19— NEVADA 3 

Santa Clara had little trouble in tak- 
ing the big game from Nevada on No- 
vember 23rd. Santa Clara expected to 
win but were very much disappointed 
when the blue and white crossed their 
goal line. It was the first time an op- 
posing team had succeeded in scoring 
a try on the Santa Clara team this 
season. 

The try was well earned ; after a 
fine dribbling rush the ball was passed 
to Curtin who had a clear field and 
easily carried the ball across the line. 

Santa Clara outplayed the Nevadans 
from the start, but the Nevadans 
played a defensive game most of the 



time, and in this way kept the Santa 
Clarans from scoring more often. 

Santa Clara started the game with 
a rush, and a free kick on the 30-yard 
line gave them a chance to score, but 
Ramage made a poor kick and the 
ball was carried into Santa Clara ter- 
ritory. 

The prettiest play of the day came 
when Harkins secured the ball from 
the throw-in and passed out to Mom- 
son. He in turn transferred to Best, 
who after some difficulty made a long 
pass to Ramage who followed close 
behind, and the latter ran across the 
field and scored. Ybarrondo failed to 
convert. 

Santa Clara then began an attacking 
game, but the Nevada men put up an 
excellent defense, their tackling being 
hard and sure. McPhail kicked the 
ball into Santa Clara territory, but Ho- 
gan came back with a 35-yard run 
and passed to Voight who dropped 
the ball after crossing the line. 

When the game was resumed Flood 
caught the ball off Delahide's foot and 
ran fifteen yards to a try. Ramage 
kicked the goal. 

At half-time the score was 11 to 
in favor of Santa Clara. 

The Nevada players started out 
strong at the beginning of the second 
half, Curtin opening it with a run of 
35 yards, then passed to Fake, who 
carried the ball to the Santa Clara five- 
yard line. Curry kicked the ball from 
the danger point. 

Santa Clara's next try came as the 
result of a fine passing rush. Best 



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141 



started it with a clean pick-up on the 
40-yard line. He passed to Momson, 
who passed to Ramage, the latter pas- 
sing to Flood, and the ball finally go- 
ing out to Voight, who scored. Ram- 
age failed to convert. 

Santa Clara had the best of the play 
during the remainder of the game. 
The Nevada defense was excellent, 
but Santa Clara showed up too strong 
for her lighter opponents. 

The final try came after a dribbling 
rush from the 25-yard line when Quill 
fell on the ball behind the Nevada 
goal posts. Ybarrondo kicked an easy 
goal. 

The Santa Clara team lined up as 
follows : Quill, Fitzpatrick, Noonan, 
Oilman, Melchior, Voight, Hogan 
and Kieley, forwards ; substitutes, 
Sargeant, Fitzpatrick. The back field 



consisted of Harkins, Ybarrando, 
Ramage, Momson, Best, Flood and 
Curry; substitutes, Stewart and Har- 
dy. 

We can hardly close without saying 
a word of goodbye to the team and the 
game. There was certainly a great 
deal of enthusiasm and jollity in the 
serpentine on Saint Ignatius field 
and in the streets of the town when we 
got home. But more than one of us 
confessed afterwards to just a bit of 
regret that it was all over. We shall 
have other teams again, who knows 
we may have better teams waiting in 
some future for their chance to do bat- 
tle for dear old Santa, but this team 
and this year are gone, gone. We 
loved you while you were with us, we 
cannot forget you easily. Goodbye. 



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better than anybody else, in creating 
special smart styles for young men. We're eager to have 
you see the new things, some very beautiful fabrics in 
English models ready. Overeats ^20 and up; Suits 
$20 and up. 

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San Jose, Cal. 

"GEORGE'S SHAVE SHOP 

BEST SHAVE IN TOW N 
SANTA CLARA, CAL. 

Wm. J. McKagney, Secretary R. F. McMahon, President 

McMahon-McKagney Co., Inc. 

52 West Santa Clara St. San Jose, Cal. 

THE STOGIE THAT SAVES YOU MONEY 

Carpets, Draperies, Furniture, Linoleums and Window Shades 

Telephone, San Jose 4192 Upholstering 

v. SALBERG 2>^c per cue E. GADDI 

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MADDEN'S PHARMACY, Agents 

FRANKLIN STREET SANTA CLARA, CAL. 

Santa Clara Imperial Dry Cleaning & Dye Works 

C. COLES and I. OLARTE. Proprietors 

Naptha Cleaning and Steaming of Ladies' and Gents' Garments 

Pressing and Repairing 
1021 Franklin Street Telephone Santa Clara 131J Santa Clara, Cal. 

I. RUTH 

Dealer in Groceries and Delicacies 

Hams, Bacon, Sausages, Lard, Butter, Eggs, Etc. 
1035-1037 Franklin Street Cigars and Tobacco 

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F 1 lU LU O Christmas Remembrances 

Special Rates to Students 

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SAN JOSE BAKING CO. 

L. SCHWARTING, Manager 

The Cleanest and Most Sanitary Bakery in Santa Clara Valley 

We supply the most prominent Hotels 

Give Us a Trial 

Our Bread, Pies and Cakes are the Best 

Phone San Jose 609 

433-435 Vine Street San Jose, Cal. 

Phone Temporary 140 

A. PALADINI 

WHOLESALE AND RETAIL 

FISH DEALER 



Fresh, Salt, Smoked, Pickled, and Dried Fish 

205 MERCHANT STREET SAN FRANCISCO 



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Athletic Goods for Christmas 

Also a complete line of 
CUTLERY, SILVERWARE 
PURSES 
TOOLS, ALUMINUM WARE 

Boschken Hardware Co. hMrlSi^olo^i^Si^s^E 




A. G. COL CO. 

WHOLESALE 

Commission Merchants 

TELEPHONE, MAIN 30Q 

84-90 N. Market St. San Jose, Cal. 



Shorty's Place 



MEET ME AT For FINE TAFFIES AND CANDIES 

True Fruit Syrups Served from our Twentieth 
Sanitary Soda Fountain 

ALSO ELECTRIC MILK SHAKES 

68 N. First Street, San Jose, CaL VICTORY CANDY SHOP 

For classy College Hair Cut, go to the 

Antiseptic Barber Shop 

SEA SALT BATHS Basement Garden City Bank Building 

H. E. WILCOX & D. M. BURNETT 

ATTORNEYS AT LAW 

ROOMS 19 AND 20, SAFE DEPOSIT BUILDING SAN JOSE, CALIFORNIA 



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Suits, Overcoats, Hats and Furnishings Now Ready 



Winter is at your door— How about New Fall Clothes? Do 
not Delay — Buy now while our stocks are fresh and complete — 
Cold weather will likely come on, no doubt without warning. 
Never in our entire store history, have we been able to afford 
you such a splendid array of choice fall wearables as is pre- 
sented now. The fabrics, and colorings, styles and models are 
beautiful in their seasonable harmony. All our makes and fits 
absolutely guaranteed. 



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16 to 22 West Santa Clara Street :: San Jose 

Trade with Us for 

Good Service and Good Prices 

Special Prices Given in Quantity Purchases 
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Phone Santa Clara 120 SANTA CLARA 



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G. T. NINNIS & E. PENNINGTON, Proprietors 

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hot and cold water; steam heat 

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San Jose, California 


All the Latest Styles in 

Neckwear, Hosiery and Gloves 

Young Men's Suits 

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O'Brien's Santa Clara 


The Santa Clara 

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Invites you to its rooms 
to read, rest, and enjoy 
a cup of excellent coffee 

Open from 6 a. m. to 10:30 p. m. 


The Mission Bank 
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(COMMERCIAL AND SAVINGS) 

Solicits Your Patronage 


Telephones 

Office: Franklin 3501 
Residence: Franklin 6029 

Dr. Francis J. Colligan 

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Hours: 9 to S 161S Polk Street 
Evenings: 7 to 8 Cor. Sacramento 
Sundays by appointment San Francisco 


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Bet. First and Second San Jose 


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FAME— (Poem) - - - - chas. D. South 143 

THE UNIVERSE— IDEAL OK"; REAL - Harold R. McKinnon 144 

THOUGHT OF THE UNTHOUGHT— (a Sonnet) Harry B. Pierce ISO 

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THE PATRIOT-^(a Sonnet) - - - chas. D. South 157 

BY THE JAfL AT SAN METZFTO - - - R. Y. J. 158 

The VACCfNES - - - john Paul Degnan 164 

PE-HAS-KA . _ - . Frank Schilling 167 
EDITORfALS - - - - - - -173 

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VOL. XII 



SANTA CLARA, CAL., FEBRUARY, 1913 



NO. 4 




FAME 



A bard, inspired with love for all mankind. 

Sang from his heart a song divinely sweet. 
Which calmed the passions, soothed the troubled mind;— 
A song in which the wounded soul might find 

A healing balm; a song with hope replete,— 

With rosy vistas for a race whose feet 
Had trodden thorn-paths. Long were mortals blind 

Toward him that sang them happiness, and when 
They fain would honor him with laurels meet, 

His soul had fled its frail, unworthy frame ; 
But o'er the poet dead the tribes of men 

(Who, while he starved, had jested with his name,) 
Placed wreaths of immortelles, and hailed him then 

A friend of man, and gloried in his fame. 

CHAS. D. SOUTH 




A UNIVERSE— IDEAL OR REAL 




IN EXHAUSTIVE treat- 
ment, of the parity or 
analogy between two of 
the philosophical 
world's most avowed 
theories — to wit : Ideal- 
ism and Realism, and 
subsequently of their 
differ entiating notes, 
would resemble in great part the 
achievement of that great author, 
pictured by a modern writer',! 
who bequeathed to the world his 
literary gem under the title of 
"Bon Jour Monsieur." Imagining he 
was a genius, this fantastical being 
assumed the aforesaid words as a title, 
dreamed about them for a time, then 
supported them by a story; enlarged 
his story into a lengthy novel ; trans- 
formed his novel in turn into a vol- 
ume ; added volumes until his produc- 
tions in quantity (irrespective of qual- 
ity), rivalled those of Scott or Dick- 
ens. Now this grotesque artist 
dreamed again, and true to the wan- 
derings of his ingenious spirit, began 
the elimination process. He "pruned" 
his volumes and cast out the uninter- 
esting sections, changed his plot and 
language and as the years rolled on, 
gradually reduced his masterpiece to a 
story of inconsiderable length. At 
this stage we have it that death result- 
ing naturally from old age, possibly 
also from heavy work, was about to 



overtake him. He lay dying in bed. 
Impatiently, in his last effort he called 
for pencil and paper. As the mighty 
author wrote, he instructed his friends 
to destroy the story and then con- 
ferred upon the world his everlasting 
donation which consisted in three 
words scrawled just legibly: "Bon 
Jour Monsieur." 

It is not the object of this article, 
then to expatiate upon every conceiv- 
able aspect of these two schools of 
reasoning, not so much in the fear of a 
fate similar to that of the author of 
"Bon Jour Monsieur," but from a 
purely evident and common sense mo- 
tive. There are those, and whose au- 
thority, it might be remarked, de- 
mands respect, — who have proclaimed 
themselves expressly averse to a com- 
parison between these two theories in- 
asmuch as they do not fully represent 
a direct form of contradictory and as 
such, should not be argued, one against 
the other. With these again, we can- 
not exactly concur and we base our 
dissention on the severe contrast be- 
tween an all important issue as viewed, 
respectively from the idealistic and 
moderate realistic standpoint. The 
point in question partakes equally of 
a philosophical and psychological na- 
ture since it is, in brief, the theory of 
External Perception, or in other 
words, "Is there, apart from the Ego, 
an external, material world, and if so 



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how do we perceive it?" For our au- 
thorities of the idealistic answer to 
this question we deem it equitable to 
look to such exponents of Idealism as 
Locke, Hume, Mill, Bain, Kant and 
Bishop Berkeley, practically its foun- 
der. 

At the outset we ask the reader to 
consider in turn Locke's reply to both 
the first and second part of this funda- 
mental interrogation, the one being es- 
sentially philosophical, the other 
psychological. Locke, it might be re- 
membered, assumed a parental posi- 
tion with respect to British scepticism 
and the unmitigated idealism of Em- 
manuel Kant. As to the question, now. 
Locke says: "Yes, there is an exter- 
nal, extra mental, material world." 
This, however, is to be taken "cum 
grano salis"; for as to how we per- 
ceive it, he says, "Knowledge consists 
merely in the perception of agreement 
or difference in our ideas. We cannot 
perceive immediately this extra 
mental reality, but we merely appre- 
hend directly our own mental states. 
Then,"— and hence his initial answer 
— "I postulate, assume that there is an 
external world as the cause of these 
mental phenomena which are the 
source of my knowledge." Thus 
Locke, an Hypothetical Dualist, pos- 
tulates a cause which in itself is capa- 
ble of being and should in fact be 
proved. He arrives at a true conclu- 
sion but in a very incorrect and in- 
adequate manner. His theory (the at- 
tainment of a knowledge of an ex- 
ternal world only mediately as an in- 



ference from ideas) also bears well in 
support of our contention that it is 
very simple to show the divergence in 
the mode of reasoning in the two 
schools, that of Idealism on the one 
hand and of Realism on the other. 
To elucidate — 

The Realistic Theory of knowledge 
or perception is known as that of Im- 
mediate or Presentative Perception, 
fostered by great men, from the time 
of Aristotle to the present day. The 
theory of immediate perception, in 
brief, is this: That man, at least in 
some of his cognitive acts, immediately 
apprehends extended material reality. 
This theory can be maintained with an 
absolute, metaphysical certainty for 
the following terse reason — If my 
mind could not, at least in some of my 
cognitive acts perceive an immediate 
apprehension of extension (i. e., that 
property by which a body, whose parts 
are "extraposited in the whole," oc- 
cupies co-relative parts of space and 
is thus capable of being measured) 
then it could never in any way attain 
to a knowledge of an extended mate- 
rial universe. For if we accept Locke 's 
idea, that the mind knows only its own 
subjective modifications (workings), 
we are at a loss to know how to ex- 
plain our knowledge of the external 
extended world since no agglomera- 
tion or accumulation of mental states 
which are devoid, individually, of ex- 
tension (and Locke says they are thus 
devoid) could ever give birth to the 
slightest knowledge of extension. 

Locke's philosophy arose from or at 



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least went one step further than the 
assumptive or postulative basis of the 
celebrated "Methodical Doubt" pro- 
pounded by Descartes, the grecit 
French mathematician and subse- 
quently philosopher, who professed 
that we had an immediate and infalli- 
ble knowledge of our own thoufrhls 
and nothing more. Since this theory 
is rather included in and by no means 
incongruous with the teachings of 
Locke, we merely submit the Realistic 
doctrine of Presentative Perception 
as a confutation of both. But we have 
now to arraign Idealism's most rigor- 
ous expositor, in the opinion of many, 
its father— the Anglican bishop, 

Berkeley. 

Berkeley secured distinction in the 
eighteenth century owing chiefly to 
his philosophical scheme known as the 
Theory of Vision. In a just considera- 
tion of this theory which proclaims it 
to be beyond the province of the eye 
to distinguish either distance or sur- 
face extension, and with all the defer- 
ence that a docile mind can entertain 
in respect to such an intellect, we must 
say that his tenets, by a "reductio ad 
absurdum" are so chimerical, in their 
essence, as to indicate an incredible 
"adieu" to common sense. 

To demonstrate — Berkeley, first of 
all, builds his work upon the ground- 
less hypothesis (pre-eminent in Locke) 
that we can know nothing but our own 
subjective mental states, hence, ideas. 
Now in any polemical treatise we deem 
it proper to hold to a man's word or 
statement in a purely unequivocal 



manner as doubtless the philosopher 
in question wished it to be taken — 
therefore the "absurdum" of Berke- 
ley's assumption if carried out to a 
philosophical conclusion. For if we 
know nothing but our own ideas we 
cannot logically profess the existence 
of an extra mental world There may 
or may not be one but we cannot as- 
sert ourselves affirmatively or 
negatively — in plain words, we don't 
know. The fallacy of such an 
irrational thesis as "esse est 
percipi," for a thing to ex- 
ist it is essential that it be perceived, i-s 
so palpable as to scarce bear notice, 
Yet the advocates of Berkeley are 
powerless to resist such irrational con- 
clusions. ' "I ''^n 

We do not wish to misconstrue the 
ingenuity of the Anglican, however, 
and we innocently question him thus : 
"If you perceive and know only what 
is in your mind, consequently ideas, 
and you do not affirm the existence of 
an external material world, there 
must be some cause for these mental 
phenomena, these sensations which 
you experience. He says, "Yes — 
there is cause. It is God. A Supreme 
Being, the Deity, is acting upon us, 
preserving orderliness in a supposed 
material world by— what? fantasms? 
— we do not know. Regardless of 
their objectivity, God is the cause, in 
some way or other, of my sensations." 

To be perhaps more explicit, we 
hold up an orange before the gaze of 
the philosopher, and ask him if he ex- 
periences any sensation. He admits 



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that he does, and that he entertains 
the idea of "orange." We ask him to 
touch it, to taste it, to smell it — like- 
wise sensations of resistance, taste, 
and smell and the concomitant mental 
action, the idea of orange. Now we 
ask him the cause of these subjective 
phenomena, these sensations and ideas, 
and he answers, "God, in some un- 
known way, acting upon me. "He 
does not even postulate the existence 
of that material orange. According to 
his teaching, it may or may not exist 
but as to an express avowal or dis- 
avowal, he does not know. 

Let it, of course, be understood that 
the moderate Realist does not deny 
the capability "in potentia" of the 
Deity, to act thusly upon men's minds, 
but this much is certain — that the 
Berkeleyan Idealist can adduce no 
reason or accretion of reasons in sup- 
port of the contention that God is the 
Author of such a fraud. He has a 
divine attribute, veracity, which should 
be held in more rational esteem. And 
so for Berkeley and his Phenomenal- 
istic idealism. Does it not seem plaus- 
ible to contrast his doctrines with 
those of Realism? 

It seems, however, that amidst the 
geniuses of the eighteenth century, 
with which we have already had some 
experience, there existed those of a 
still more radical nature, but we must 
profess ourselves of a very sceptical 
state of mind as to the soundness, 
"radicis," on which the genius 
leaned. We refer particularly to 
David Hume, to whom the followers 



of Idealism looked as a successor to 
Berkeley and in whom many were far 
from disappointed. The primitive 
ideas of Hume consisted mainly in the 
theory that all our knowledge is con- 
tained in mere impressions (sensa- 
tions) and that ideas, resultant from 
impressions, bore an extremely weak 
resemblance, both as a source of 
knowledge and "per se" to the afore- 
mentioned impressions. By the theory 
of the Association of Ideas (purely his 
own) he lays down the startling con- 
clusion that whatever our knowledge 
may be of an external material world, 
it is in the main an illusory specula- 
tion since we arrive at it through the 
incessant succession of innumerable 
and varying impressions. The terminus 
of these impressions (the objective 
world), he says, is a pure phantasm, a 
non entity. The illogical hypothesis, 
"esse est percipi," and hence "if we 
have no impression of a thing, it does 
not exist," that was propounded by 
Berkeley is likewise fostered by Hume. 
It is thus plainly discernible that the 
criterion of Hume's philosophy with 
respect to perception is a mere re- 
plica of the theories of his predecessors 
in the Idealist school coupled with tlie 
apparent distinction of thrusting it 
one measure more "ad absurdum." 
Hume, on public announcement of 
this theory, opened the pathway to 
severe reprehensive measures on the 
part of the physical scientists of his 
epoch and on challenge by them (for 
which he is to be accredited at least 
with consistency in his views) candid- 



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I3' confessed that according to his doc- 
trine there could be no such thing as 
physical science since he was wont to 
destroy the very groundwork of sci- 
ence itself. 

As to the Realistic answer to Hume's 
principles we simply reiterate the 
theory of immediate and presentative 
perception as has been heretofore ex- 
plained and proven to be in theory the 
most consistent with good reasoning 
and, in fact, the most compatible with 
the workings of physical science and 
the dictates of that standard of think- 
ing, common sense. 

John Stuart Mill (of induction fame) 
and Dr. Alexander Bain, contempo- 
raries, later expressed certain modi- 
fications, though slight, of the fore- 
going principles, but which are inex- 
cusable and m critical conflict with 
the Realistic theory of perception ow- 
ing to the fact that they, too, support 
the belief that an external world owes 
its existence "in toto" to the condi- 
tion that it be perceived. A tree, to 
illustrate, unperceived, is nothing— it 
absolutely does not exist except it is 
perceived. Hence we see the unfailing 
tendency of the exponents of idealism 
to destroy the underlying principle of 
all matter, its substratum, its sub- 
stance, indispensable to realistic rea- 
soning. 

Mill, it is true, realized the ab- 
surdity of Berkeley's theory that a 
thing ceases to exist when unper- 
ceived. That, for instance, when I am 
in a room, I perceive the chairs, tables, 
walls, etc. — as soon as I leave the 



room, these articles cease to exist and 
when I return they are re-created, 
wrought into a period of re-existence 
again when I look at them or feel 
them. FuUy realizing the ludicrous 
position this would place him in he 
modified it thus: He said that when 
an object was left temporarily unper- 
ceived, it remained "in potentia," in a 
peculiar state of potency, of capability 
of being perceived again but an actual 
r.on-entity. This potentiality did away 
with the necessity of its being created 
again. By the same example: When 
I directly perceive the table, chairs, 
etc., in a room they actually exist — 
and on my departure from the room 
they remain in an inert state of capa- 
bility of being perceived again when 
I return. The Realistic theory har- 
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other since it holds that apart from my 
direct perception, even when I am ab- 
sent from the room, those articles ac- 
tually exist in the same manner as 
when they fell under my immediate 
observation or detection. 

Finally we deem it inadvisable to 
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sense in which they have been treated) 
between Idealism and Realism without 
meting out his just due to Mr. Herbert 
Spencer, our most modern of — what 
shaU we call him? idealist or realist? 
Spencer, in his celebrated theory of 
' ' Transfigured Realism, ' ' attempted 
seriously to combat the tenets of ideal- 
ism and enroll himself in a certain 
mitigated, essentially Spencerian rank 
of Realism. We fear, however, that 



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Spencer has failed dismally, and for 
the following reason : The theory of 
Transfigured Realism contends that 
all we are conscious of as properties 
of matter are but subjective affections 
produced by an unknown and unknow- 
able objective agency, besides the ex- 
istence of which we can know nothiu.?:' 
but our own states of consciousness. 
Accordingly we judge the epithet 
"transfigured" very well applied since 
in no way can this doctrine be made 
to agree with that of moderate Real- 
ism. If strictly construed, the world 
can easily be seen to disappear even 
from our own thoughts. Our own ma- 
terial being, our own bodies are dis- 
solved by it and yet to this theory has 
been applied a more than erroneous 
appellation. "Realism, Transfigured." 
The contrast cannot be more vividly 
portrayed than to illustrate it as St. 
George Mivart once did by picturing 
a man inviting others (of an extremely 
liimgry mood) to a dinner, judging and 
talking at length of various dishes, 
their respective degrees of delectabil- 
ity, then ushering the guests into a 
room furnished with nothing but the 
chemical formulae of different kinds 
of food ! 

In truth, there are others, philoso- 
phers, also of note, aside from those 
we have noticed, that enjoy credit for 
extensive efforts in the realm of 
Idealism, the treatment of whose theo- 
ries, however, fairness and honesty 
will not permit, since a full discussion 
of their principles would involve no 



little extenuation of time and space, 
both of which are impossible here. 
Notable especially among these is 
Kant, a modern thinker, with his 
doctrine as to the innateness of ideas. 
For the above reason, then, it be- 
hooves us in conclusion to state one 
final argument as to the existence of 
an external material world, taken di- 
rectly from an admission on the part 
of the idealist. It is this. — 

The Idealist, I think, will admit 
the existence of other minds aside from 
his own. But then, he will be forced 
to admit he can only come to a knowl- 
edge of the existent reality of that 
other mind by an inference from the 
changes incurred in that material 
frame which he possesses ( his body). 
Hence, we can readily see, his admis- 
sion of other minds forces him to ad- 
mit as a corollary the existence of 
other bodies, external to his own Ego, 
to himself. Hence again, since he has 
admitted the existence of one 
extra-mental reality in the objective 
world, what reason can he adduce for 
rejecting all else? 

There are many other ways of com- 
paring and contrasting these schools 
of reasoning, but I hope, at least, to 
have established the fact that, in this 
most fundamental issue, there is a 
great yawning abyss that separates the 
two systems, against the contrast of 
which many have proclaimed them- 
selves — Idealism and Realism. 

HAROLD R. MCKINNON 



150 THE REDWOOD. 



A THOUGHT OF THE UNTHOUGHT 



T~\]]JPARTUD comrades! Had we but foreseen, 

When they were with us, that a day would faM, 
When gathered Wound their lowly beds of green 

Their dear familiar faces we recall, 

As once we knew them ere the sable pall 
Drooped o'er their ashes, — might we not have been 
More tender, loving, helpful, kind, I ween, — 

More brotherly, sincere, unselfish, all ? 
''Hoard not thy sweets till Night and Death appear,'' 

A still voice speahs. "Impart thy love today ! 
''Fair was the rose Love laid upon the bier; 

"■But better if the thought unbreathed that lay 
"Hid in the rose had blest the mortal ear, 

^'And made God's heaven from earth less far away!" 

HARRY B. PIERCE 



GENTS OF THE ROAD 



Being the touching story of two way-farers and a Christmas dinner 




T WAS early morn of 
the day before Christ- 
mas, in the year A. D. 
MCMXII. "Number 
nineteen," had just 
pulled into the station 
at the little Western 
town of Arietta. Inci- 
dentally, "Hank" Jaga- 
long and "English" Woodskiill had 
just pulled into the same town. For 
the sake of accuracy, indeed, it might 
be well to remark that these two gen- 
tlemen and "Number nineteen" had 
arrived simultaneously. Just now the 
gentlemen referred to were seeking an 
unobserved exit from their traveling 
apartments, the same being the small, 
unoccupied portion of a refrigerator 
car laden with onions. Their precau- 
tion they deemed necessary in view of 
certain meddlesome gentlemen that 
were wont to disturb the equinamity 
of folk in their circumstances on such 
occasions. Having presently^ with 
much care, accomplished their object, 
they traced furtively their steps to 
the water tank nearby. 

"Well," cogitated Hank, when the 
two found themselves securely stowed 
among the big tank's timbers, "won- 
der wot sort o' dump this is, anyway. 
Looks to be a pretty good-sized burg 



for this neck o' the woods. Got any 
tin, English?" 

English imparted the cheering in- 
formation that he hadn't a "bloomin' 
red." 

Hank grunted. 

"Hem. Well, I'm a little luckier— 
I've got a nickle. Say, scratch yer 
head, English, and set yer think box 
to work. It's Christmas tomorrow, 
and it's up to us to invite ourselves to 
a real Christmas dinner, with aU the 
trimmin's. Besides, we won't be eat- 
in' at all at this rate. So sort out t]iat 
pi box o' you'rn, an' pull proof on 
somethin' readible." 

The gentleman thus addressed 
scratched his matted dome vigorously. 
If that operation produced any results 
in the thought line, however, the said 
results were not apparent. 

"We might get a job," he ventured. 

Hank stood aghast. Plainly he was 
disgusted. Since the time they had 
left New York together, this tendency 
of English to make courtship with vul- 
gar toil had been a thorn in his side. 
Often had he ehided him, but on occa- 
sions the tendency still manifested it 
self. Now he eyed his companion in 
mute astonishment. Then be blurted : 

"An' I'll be dog-goned if I don't 
pretty near believe you'd do it! 'Get 



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a job/ huh. Say, ye'r not over in 
Lun'nun now. When ye'r in this 
great an ' glorious land o ' the free ye 'r 
gotter use yer head, see? Wot's yer 
brains fer, anyhow? Good Gawd, 
think, man, think." 

The speech was effective. The face 
of English flushed crimson guilt. He 
became ashamed of himself. But he 
made a desperate attempt to redeem 
his dignity. 

"Well, we've gotter eat," he blun- 
dered. 

"Of course we've gotter eat," an- 
swered Hank, in a more conciliatory 
tone, "and wot's more, we're gointer 
eat, too. But just you leave that to 
me, old timer, I see thinkin' aiut in yer 
line. So leave it to me, an' we'll be 
eatin' an' drinkin' too, afore long. 
Here, help me look a bit respectable. 
* * * * 

Some minutes later the two way- 
farers found themselves directing 
their footsteps down the long "ave- 
nue" which led from the depot to the 
down-town district. Hank's wiry 
form, however, was quite different 
from when last seen. Instead of the 
very much too large and ragged pair 
of trousers, his long legs were encased 
in a pair of neat black ones, in truth, 
a trifle rumpled, but on the whole 
quite respectable. His shabby coat 
had been replaced by one more digni- 
fied, a clean collar and flashy tie had 
succeeded to the turkey red kerchief, 
a neatly brushed derby reposed jaunt- 
ily on his head, and his lately frizzled 
face bore tokens of a recent acquaint- 



anceship with a razor. The dullish 
grey of his shoes alone semed out of 
keeping with the harmony of his at- 
tire. This defect Hank resolved to 
remedy, however, at his earliest con- 
venience. Unlike his companion, Eng- 
lish, stocky of frame, roxind of face, 
restless of eye and tattered of clothes, 
had not changed his looks. 

In silence the two walked on, until 
at a certain corner where the little 
horse-car line, which began at the de- 
pot and ended wherever the last pas- 
senger happened to get off, made a 
swerve. Hank and English also turned, 
and shortly found themselves on the 
street that did duty as the business 
center of the city. 

In front of a pompous look- 
ing little red building which 
bore a legend informing the 
reader that here Anton Was- 
sertopf dispensed liquified bliss of such 
a rare quality as had caused all Mil- 
waukee to turn green with envy; and 
that, moreover, "Winnerwurst and 
Sauerkraut" should tickle the palates 
of all comers daily, between certain 
hours, the strangers stopped. It was 
not the building, however, nor the leg- 
end, nor even the seductive likeness of 
a brimming beaker which had arrested 
their attention, but the business estab- 
lishment of a smudge-faced boot-black. 
Hank climbed into the only chair with 
which said establishment was fortu- 
nate enough to be adorned, and the 
proprietor began to ply his tools with 
vigor. 

Suddenly Hank bawled out: 



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153 



"Say, kid, how much d'ye chawge 
fer a shine, anyhow?" 

The lad informed him that the price 
was ten cents. Hank sat up with a 
jerk. 

"Ten cents!" he echoed, "why say, 
kid, I kin get my shoes shined lev a 
nickle in New Yawk." 

"Well," retorted the kid, "yu'd 
better go to New York to get 'em 
shined, then." 

"Here," said Hank, as he fished a 
grimy five-cent piece from the inner 
recesses of his trousers and handed it 
to the kid, "never mind about the other 
one;" and with one shoe polished to a 
brilliant newness, the other worn to a 
faded antiquity, he rejoined his com- 
panion. 

Here it may be well to pause to cor- 
rect an erroneous impression which 
may have been gaining ground in the 
reader's mind. Hank and English 
were not members of that large and 
useless fraternity that wanders about 
the country year in and year out, cook- 
ing their meals in tin cans, dining be- 
hind wood piles, and dreaming their 
dreams in odd and unusual places, 
the members of which are commonly 
known to the public as "tramps" or 
"hoboes." That they were not use- 
less was amply attested to by the card 
which each carried informing all that 
they were duly unionized printers, ef- 
ficient workers, and competent to dis- 
charge all duties incident to the trade ; 
nor could it be said that their wander- 
ing was aimless, inasmuch as the se- 
curing of employment was their 



avowed object, although, indeed, by a 
singular coincidence, it usually hap- 
pened that work was offered to them 
only at those times when they had al- 
ready landed a job in "the next 
town;" neither did they dine between 
woodpiles, or slumber in odd and un- 
usual places, or, if at all, only in rare 
instances, for their card and a tale of 
misfortune seldom failed to move the 
generous natures of their employed 
brethren of the craft, to whom they 
might appeal on their journey's way. 
Having thus removed all trace of tar- 
nish from our heroes, we may pro- 
ceed. 

Some thirty minutes after Hank's 
encounter with the boot-black, he ap- 
peared in the composing room of the 
Evening Sunshine, which occupied 
quarters over Catchem & Skinnem's 
Capital Bank. His resources had evi- 
dently stood him in good stead, for if 
his pedal extremities had so lately been 
a study in black and white, they were 
now a model of inky brilliancy. It 
was not long until Hank had, "by 
trick or device," as the law would put 
it, embroiled the editor in his confi- 
dence. 

"Ever been in Denver?" 

It was the editor who put the query. 

"Denver! Ya-a-as," drawled Hank, 
after the manner of one who would 
have it known that he was treading 
on mighty familiar ground. "Sure, 
I've been in Denver. Why, I lived 
there nearly two years. ' ' 

Now some more scrupulously in- 
clined gentleman might have blushed 



154 



THE REDWOOD. 



at perpetrating such a gross and igno- 
ble falsehood, but not Hank. He 
made the statement without "batting 
an eye." 

The editor swallowed it. 

"Well," he resumed, "you didn't 
know anyone out there by the name of 
West, did you?" 

Hank scratched his head. 

"West?" he muttered, questioning- 
ly; then seeming to recollect: "O yes, 
I remember — runs a drug store on 
Third Street. Sure, I know old Tom 
West; friend of yourn?" 

"No. I referred to Matthew West, 
the miner. You see, his brother's 
president of the bank down-stairs, and 
I understand he's made some big 
strikes on his copper mines recently." 

"Oh, of course! Everybody's talk- 
in' about Colonel West in Denver. 
You see, that's what they call him out 
there, colonel. Didn't think for a mo- 
ment that you had him in mind 
though. Never met West personally, 
but I've seen him often enough. Why, 
just before I left he made another big 
strike on his property at — at a, at — 
let's see. Where is his property lo- 
cated now? I always forget that 
name. ' ' 

"The Black Blizzard mines, I be- 
lieve, are his." 

"Why, certainly. Simple name, too, 
isn't it? Funny I can never remem- 
ber it. Yes, old West is getting to be 
one of the foremost mining men in the 
state." 

"So I understand. His brother men- 



tioned something to me some time ago 
about his being up for alderman." 

"Yes, he's up for alderman. But 
he's got a cinch. Everybody wants 
him, and he'll simply swoop down on 
the job in a whirlwind. Why, I've no 
doubt he could be elected mayor if he 
had a mind to run. He didn't intend 
to meddle with polities at first " 

"Why," interrupted the editor, 
taken somewhat aback, "I always un- 
derstood that he was one of the big 
guns in Denver when it came to poli- 
tics." 

"Oh, yes," quickly agreed Hank, 
"Colonel West always figured in pol- 
itics more or less, but what I mean is — 
that — a — well, you see, he'd made up 
his mind not to dabble in polities any 
more, but to attend strictly to his min- 
ing affairs, when, as I was about to 
say, the people wouldn't hear of it, 
and it was only after their repeated 
demands that he consented to run. 
But really, now, I'm taking up your 
time, and " 

"Why, my dear sir, not at all. Just 
remain seated." 

Hank, however, excused himself on 
the grounds of an urgent engagement 
elsewhere. 

"Well," said the editor, cordially, 
as he accompanied him to the door, 
"I'm mighty glad I've met you, any- 
how. Don't fail to drop in if ever 
you're around this way again." 

When Hank left the office of the 
Sunshine it was twenty minutes after 
one o'clock. At two P. M. he appeared 
at Catchem & Skinnem's money em- 



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155 



porium, where he eommimieated to 
one of the clerks his desire of secur- 
ing audience with the worthy presi- 
dent of that institution. 

The bland young gentleman ad- 
dressed eyed him curiously. 

"Mr. West is engaged at present," 
he announced, formally, "what did 
you wish to see him about?" 

"Ahem, well, you see," answered 
Hank, "I'm a friend of his brother in 
Denver, and I " 

But the clerk had cut him off. In 
an instant that worthy became trans- 
formed into all smiles and bows. A 
friend of the president's brother? 
Why, certainly, he had no doubt that 
under those circumstances Mr. West 
could manage to see him. 

And so it came about that Hank 
found himself admitted behind the 
counters laden with heaps of gold and 
silver, and ushered through a private 
entrance into a richly appointed room, 
fitted with green carpets and mahog- 
any furniture, and what not, where 
the sleek and benevolent bank presi- 
dent fortified himself against contact 
with that vulgar herd whose shekels 
lubricated the wheels of his money 
mill. 

As Hank entered Mr. West ad- 
vanced to meet him, grasping at the 
same time his hand in such warm and 
hearty embrace that Hank winced for 
pain. 

"And so you know my brother, Mat- 
thew," effused the beaming Mr. West, 
drawing Hank to a chair. "Why, my 
dear sir, I can't tell you how glad I 



am to see you. Sit right down — here, 
have a cigar, and now tell me all about 
my brother." 

And Hank did. He told Mr. West 
all he knew about his brother, and 
some things he didn't know. 

"And now," said he, modestly, as 
he drained his glass for the fifth time, 
"I must beg you to excuse me. Real- 
ly, I've been imposing on you by tak- 
ing up so much of your time." 

"My dear fellow, not a bit of it," 
protested the banker. "I fear it is I 
who am imposing on you. But if you 
really must go, I will not insist on de- 
taining you for the present. I want 
you as a personal favor, however, to 
take dinner with me tonight, or lunch- 
eon tomorrow, if you can at all ar- 
range it." 

"Well," drawled Hank, in suave 
and lingering accents, "you see it's 
this way. I'm a printer by trade, and 
I've secured a position up at Crooked 
Finger, where I'm due the day after 
tomorrow." 

"Oh, so you're going to Crooked 
Finger are you, well then we'll see 
more of each other. But really, there's 
no hurry if you're only due the day 
after tomorrow." 

"Yes, I'm going to Crooked Finger, 
and a — er — well you see it's this way. 
Coming way out here from Denver I 
happened to run a little short of 
money, and am somewhat embarrassed 
in a financial way just now, so I guess 
I'll have to ride Shank's mare until I 
reach my destination. Small matter 



156 



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though. I'll be alright as soon as I 
get there." 

He brushed the thought aside with 
a short laugh, as being but a secondary- 
consideration. 

Mr. West was on his feet. 

"What! You walk to Crooked Fin- 
ger. Well, I should say not, nothing 
of the kind, not if I know it." 

Hank protested humbly that it was 
no great account. Simply a little 
thing that would blow over in a day. 
But Mr. West would not hear him. 
The banker picked up a pen and began 
to figure: 

"Let's see, Crooked Finger, forty 
miles, hum," he mused. 

Then he wrote something on a slip 
of paper and pressed a button. 

"Attend to this," he said, handing 
the slip to the boy, who had respond- 
ed to his summons. 

A few moments, and the boy reap- 
peared bearing a small tray, which he 
placed on Mr. West's desk. 

"Here," said the banker, as he 
picked the shiny twenty-dollar gold 
piece off the plate and thrust it into 
the bewildered Hank's palm, "I want 
you as a personal favor to take this, 
and to consider it as a present. What? 
Tut, tut, now, not another word. I'm 
only doing for you what I would do 
for my own brother, and I'm glad to 
have the chance to do it." 

So, under such circumstances, the 
poor fellow had no recourse but to ac- 
cept the money, although in doing so 
he was obliged to stretch his principles 
a bit, and he did it, let the reader be 
assured, most reluctantly. 



"And now," continued the banker, 
as Hank prepared to leave, "don't 
fail to call on me at your earliest con- 
venience; and above all, don't forget 
about having luncheon with me. In 
that far I'll hold you under obligation 
to me." 

* * * * 

Christmas noon saw Hank and Eng- 
lish seated in the eating department 
of the Hotel Paul Revere at Crooked 
Finger, which said eating department 
boasted of being the "swellest grill 
room in town," and, indeed, not with- 
out some degree of justification, in 
view of the fact that it was the only 
place of that nature in the city that 
laid claim to so pretentious a name. 
Between generous mouthfuls of 
brown, juicy turkey immersed in cran- 
berry sauce, and garnished with ice- 
cream and pickles, English shj'ly eyed 
his companion, his glances mingling 
awe with admiration. At length, after 
the last bone of turkey had been 
stripped bare, the last flake of ice- 
cream swallowed and the last pickle 
eaten, English gave vent to his 
thoughts. 

"H'i soiy, old chawp, 'ow in the 
bloody bloomin' blazes did yez do it? 
Blawstmisoul hif hit don 't beat all. ' ' 

Hank accepted the compliment with 
complacent meekness. 

"English!" he said indulgently, 
"English, it's all in the knowin' how. 
That's the difference 'tween you an' 
me, I know how an' you don't. An' 
that's the difference 'tween failure 



an success. 



W. S. CANNON 



THE REDWOOD. 157 



THE PATRIOT 



A PATRIOT in holy Freedom's right, 

Roused wp his country to the peril dire 
Of slavish yoke impressed by tyrant Might, — 

Into the balance then, with virtuous ire, 

His fortune flung, and when his sword flashed fire. 
The despot, sinking in the gory fight. 
Expiring saw, in sungilt splendor dight. 

The victor banner of the land's desire. 
But Mivy whispered, and the land grew cold 

Toward him who would have died that land to save, 
Tet when the patriot slept beneath the mold. 

They wrote his name among the honored brave, 
And then, while Truth at last his merits told. 

Reared a sublime memorial o'er his grave, 

CHAS. D. SOUTH 



BY THE JAIL AT SAN METZITO 




|T WAS a quiet compla- 
cent sort of an evening 
with just the hint of a 
breeze coming off the 
desert, and a low hung, 
yellow flaming moon, 
that poured silver down 
the single hoof-scarred 
street of San Metzito, 
and shed a whitish veil over the adobe 
houses, with a more intensified pallour 
whenever it struck corrugated iron, or 
tin-pan roofs. 

A few hurdy-gurdies whined out pa- 
thetically, and once in a while 
raucous sounds came floating through 
the tepid air, showing that ''the boys" 
from the Cheney Interests Ranch were 
in town and enjoying themselves. 

Old man Dodd sat on the front 
porch of the "Piute Chief's Scalp" 
saloon and smoked a cobpipe with 
great satisfaction; he was "jedge," 
he was, and calculated to be about the 
only man in those parts that could 
ever even get a man to trial, as he put 
it, "afore them stranglers unhitched 
their riatas." 

But it didn't seem to do much good 
to bring a man before the bar any- 
how, because the jail was only adobe, 
and 'twas no great difficulty for the 
"committee" to smash in the door and 
jerk out the individual they were 
after. A ride on a mule, backwards, 
brought him to a scrub tree that grew 



near the stage office, and from thenet 
to eternity was one sheer drop, I trow. 

But to continue, old man Dodd was 
quietly sitting there, tilting his chair 
back and forth on its hind legs, gently 
puffing at his pipe as he did so. 

Along about eight in the evening a 
few men from Weaverscamp came jog- 
ging down the street, and there tied 
their horses at the hitching bar outside 
the dance hall and walked in. 

This left the street bare, and Dodd 
was about to shout out for some more 
liquor, when his peaceful revery was 
interrupted by two rapid shots, and a 
little knot of men threw themselves 
out of the "Hall of Paradise" in hot 
haste. 

A second or two later a single in- 
dividual darted out of the door, revol- 
ver in hand. Quickly he ran to the 
horses, jumped one and was off and 
away in a white cloud of dust, only a 
second before the crowd poured forth, 
and took up the pursuit. 

"What 'sup, "yelled Dodd. "Whose 
killed, any one of importance? 

"Jack, the bartender for Sheeling," 
came the answer. 

"Thunder, couldn't have been worse 
if he'd a shot the whole town; that's 
bad, he shore could pour drinks. Who 
did it? Axely? So that wolf's roam- 
ing around again, eh! Well, sheriff, 

let's sceer up a posse." 
* * * * 



THE REDWOOD. 



159 



It was the end of the day, hot, dusty 
and grueling. All that morning he 
had ridden, all that afternoon, and the 
full night before, his horse had now 
jogged and galloped, and alternately 
galloped and jogged. Far to the west 
the Pinta Agueras showed their pur- 
pled azure peaks against the blood 
background of the dying sun. 

The alkali dust rose heavily, and 
the cactus blocked his path, but his 
pony was a good one, as every one 
knew he had never stolen better, so by 
the following morning he expected to 
be in the mountains, and once there, 
all the posses in the west could not 
catch him. Ramon Prenturez, the 
Mexican, had been trapped in the pass, 
but pshaw, that man was a fool; any 
how he'd got three of them before a 
bit of led spattered his intellect over 
the rocks. 

So thinking he rode on, and it was in 
remembering a water-hole and his 
horse, that he turned to the left, riding 
easily, and saving himself for the last 
grand spurt. 

The valley was V shaped. He was 
being pursued on one side by the 
posse from San Metzito, and down the 
other arm, some eighty miles long, an- 
other group would come, riding hard 
that they might trap him just before 
he rounded the twelve mile turn at the 
bottom and gained the pass through 
the cliffs to the mountains and safety. 

But he had the start of them, and 
though it promised to be a tight 
squeeze, he nevertheless continued his 
divergence, until after about an hour 



easy riding he breasted the brow of 
a little hill and expected to ride down 
into the water-hole, yet as he did so — 
' ' thunderation. ' ' 

Quickly he wheeled his pony about 
on its hind legs and dashed down the 
hill. At the bottom he stopped. They 
couldn't have seen him, the dusk was 
too blurring. He tethered his horse to 
a clump of sage-brush and crawled 
forward, up the hill to the crest, and 
gazed cautiously over, to see — 

An immigrant wagon, much the 
worse for wear, stood desolately by 
the water-hole. Two oxen lay by the 
pole, but to his experienced eye they 
seemed dead , fagged, exhausted. A 
dog lifted his snout and whined pit- 
eously, only to be hushed into silence 
by a woman's soft girlish voice. 

Then suddenly a loud series of cri'^s 
and curses broke like delerium upon 
the air, and the voice cried, "Dad! oh! 
Dad, it's only I. It's May, Dad, with 
some water." Again silence fell and 
he understood. 

This was no posse, just some fool 
immigrant who had lost his track and 
was stuck. Not for water, though? 
Food, perhaps? Anyhow I'll take a 
"looksee" and so, rising, he loosened 
his gun in its holster and strode for- 
ward. 

As he came near, the dog commenced 
barking, and kept it up until the girl, 
after vainly endeavoring to silence the 
animal, stepped out of the wagon and, 
lantern in hand, came forward. 

"Ohooo — " she cried in a fright, 



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"what; what; who are you, what do 
you want? Oh, good God!" 

He stepped forward and came with- 
in the circle of light. "I'm a stranger, 
miss; I — I, lost, that is, say what's 
wrong here?" 

She gazed at him. He was tall, 
about five feet eleven, not overly 
broad, but wiry, and sinewy. His face 
was long, square-jawed, and dark, his 
eyes set far apart, his nose sharp. 
Over his upper lip a slight line of hair 
was visible, it was no moustache, just 
stubble, yet he was not ugly nor re- 
pulsize, but very determined. 

Again he queried, "What's wrong. 
Lady? I ain't going to do any harm." 

She seemed reassured. "My Dad, 
er — that is, my father's very sick, he's 
got a busted laig"; the drawl was 
southern. "We ain't got over much 
to eat an' no medicine. He cain't go 
ahead, an I'm stuck, everythinsr's 
plumb cleared out, seep 'in water and 
meal, an taint over good food for a 
sick man. Oh, Lord, and there be 
goes again!" The delerium was on 
once more. 

She couldn't have been very old. 
about nineteen, with dark hair. Her 
eyes he could not distinguish, but that 
they were large, he felt sure. She was 
of medium height, and pretty, he could 
see that all right, and her chin had a 
nice roundness to it; "an oncommon 
girl, he thought." 

She climbed into the wagon and 
quieted her father. In a few seconds 
she was out again ; he was still stand- 
ing where she left him. 



"Why don't you build a fire?" he 
asked. 

"I was a going to," she said, "but 
some how I got skeered; taint nice be- 
ing here alone; Lord but I do wish I 
could do something for him." 

" I '11 build a fire for you, ' ' he volun- 
teered, "and you can cook some, what 
d'ye call it? Gruel, you say you got 
some meal. That will make him bet- 
ter, and say" — 

"What?" she asked. 

D'ye mind, just getting things 
agoing, while I tend to this fire." 

By gathering brush and twigs, he 
soon had a good fire going. She 
brought out an old skillet, and taking 
some meal, made some gruel, and gave 
it to her father. He seemed quieter 
now, and soon fell asleep. 

While she was hustling about the 
fire, cooking him some "pone," as she 
termed it, he noticed her closely. 
Yes, indeed, she was pretty, excep- 
tionally so." 

She caught the glance, and after a 
minute of painful silence asked cau- 
tiously, "What might your name be?" 

"Humyme," he mused. "Well, I 
guess you can call me Ed — er Ed 
Vance. That 'ill do about as well as 
anything. ' ' 

"Say what's yourn?" 

"May Coulter, but how are we go- 
ing to get out of this? I'm skeered, I 
tell you." 

"Well," he said, "let me see." Af- 
ter several minutes of thought he sud- 
denly got up. 

"Listen," he exclaimed, "there's a 



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town about forty miles from here, San 
Metzito, it's called. I can't make it 
tonight, because my horse is worn out, 
but about fifteen miles from here 
there's a ranch house. I'll ride there, 
tell 'em to send to town, get a doctor, 
and come and fetch you and your dad. 
It will be a matter of several hours 
before they can get here, riding hard, 
but you wait. I '11 send 'em. ' ' 

He arose, looked at her intently for 
a moment, and stalked rapidly off. 

As he did so the thought came up 

in his mind, the posse, but he put it 

down and continued. "Anyhow," he 

mused, "my life ain't worth for much, 

might as well take a chance now as 

not, so I'll do it. Shucks, she needs 

help bad." 

* * * * 

Surprised as they were to encounter 
him, in this portion of the country. 
Sheriff Burton's posse was still more 
surprised to see him ride forward, 
hands in the air, and in one of them, 
the left, his gun, grasped by the muz- 
zle, but raised, a token of surrender. 

"Well, Tom" he said, with a queer 
smile, and a trace of suspicion in his 
voice, "guess we've got you now, but 
say, what the thunder made you give 
yourself up?" 

Quickly Tom told him, and it was 
not long before a buck-board left the 
ranch-house near by, and hurried to 
the succour of the wayfarers. As for 
Tom Vance, he was riding steadily 
onward to San Metzito with his hands 
tied securely behind him, and the fate 
of hanging staring him in the face. 



When the relief party arrived at 
Coyote Springs, (where the fwagon 
was stranded) the man was dead. He 
had died during the night, the girl 
said, and that was all they could get 
out of her; for with a woman's pecu- 
liar attitude towards great grief, eith- 
er great calm or hysterics, she bore a 
stoic, unexpressive countenance, and 
save for a large tear which found its 
way out once in a while and stole 
quietly down her cheek, she was silent, 
and thus rode wearily in the buck- 
board, forty miles to town. 

The third day after her arrival, she 
began to take notice of the things 
going on about her, and it was then 
that she learned the true state of af- 
fairs. 

His name was not Vance, but Jor- 
don. He was a murderer, horsethief 
and general all round scoundrel, yet, 
he had literally run his own neck into 
the noose to save or try to save the life 
of one near and dear to her. 

Thus she mused on, and that even- 
ing at supper, she asked the doctor, at 
whose house she was staying, when 
the trial was to be held. 

"Trial," he snorted, "there isn't go- 
ing to be any trial. He'll be strung 
up at noon tomorrow. The whole 
Cheney outfit will be there to see the 
ceremony. It'll certainly be a grand 
sight in their eyes. He's rustled off 
enough of their cattle, wonder the 
sheriff didn't shoot him on sight. 
Where is he now? Why he's so safely 
locked up down in the jail that with 
leg irons and all on him, it only takes 



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one man to guard him. There's going 
to be a pow-wow up the "Scalp" to- 
night so as to celebrate his going off. 

About seven oclock the doctor left, 
and shortly after his housekeper, an 
old Mexican, went over the road to 
visit a friend. This left her alone. 
Very quietly she thought the situation 
over, and losing no time she ran into 
the doctor's little office to put her 
plan into execution. 

Quickly she found some whiskey, 
(it was not hard to find), it took a bit 
longer to secure the laudanum, but she 
did it. Without more ado, she mixed 
the two (she hadn't drugged a rev- 
enue officer in the Smoky Mountains 
for nothing), and after carefully clos- 
ing all doors behind her stepped out 
into the night. 

It was quite dark, not too black, 
however, for one to see a few yards in 
front of him, and so it was with no 
great difficulty that she found the 
jail, and heard the neigh of a horse in 
the corral next to it. 

The building was a low one, made 
of adobe, and had only a solitary win- 
dow and a door, the latter of heavy 
timber, with an old fashioned Spanish 
lock and chain on it. 

Leaning against this barrier she dis- 
cerned a figure, short, broad and dis- 
heveled. "Are you the guard?" she 
asked. "Is this the jail?" 

"Yep, this is it, miss. What kin I 
do fur you ? ' ' 

"Why nothing, only the Doctor sent 
me down to you with this bottle, say- 
ing that you might want to join in the 



celebration, and that some one else 
would be along bime by. Ain't no fun 
standing there, I reckon, is it? You 
all must be sorter lonesome." 

"You bet 1 am," he replied, "an' 
this licker sure tastes good. Ef I 
had my say, we'd a plugged him at 
first sight (he took a pull at the flask), 
an thet would have saved some trouble 
guardin the pest, I calculate." Here 
another drink of the bottle. 

"Where did you come from, miss? 
You're the girl what as they picked 
up, ain't you? Another drink. 
Mighty lucky for you. It's a wonder 
that cuss inside helped you. Lord, 
this is mighty good licker, have some? 
No? A 'right. Say, I'm going to sit 
down, you wait right here till I find a 
box, there's one in back." 

Presently he returned rather un- 
steadily, to be sure, but still standing. 

"Lord," she thought, "he's got a 
stumic like a horse." 

"Here, now, you sit down. Come 
to think about it, I kin sit there, too, 
jes' like two chickens on a roost, eh? 
Ha, ha, purty good, eh? Have a 
drink? A 'right, take one myself. 
Sis, say, that stuff makes me sleepy. 
I'm gonna go to sleep. And so saying 
he stretched himself out and in a few 
moments, his breathing and snorting 
told her that the drug done its work. 

Quickly she searched his pockets. 
What if they hadn't given him the 
key? No, ain't in that pocket," she 
said, half aloud to herself. "Ah, here 
it is. Most as big as a gun." 

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pocket a smaller one came too, being 
attached to the first by a thong of raw- 
hide. "Guess that's for them big 
leg irons." Quickly she secured them 
and then thumped guardedly on the 
door. "What do ye want?" a voice 
called. "Can't you let a man sleep 
that has to hang in the morning?" 

"It's me, May," she answered. "I 
got the keys here. Wait a second." 
She opened the door. On the inside 
it was so dark she could discern noth- 
ing. "Where are you?" she asked. 
He answered. They stumbled togeth- 
er. "Here's the key to the Oregon 
boot," she said. He took it and in a 
moment was free. 

Without 'osing more time they 
dashed into the street and there he 
turned and said: "Ef I only had a 
horse. Say, how d'ye do it?" 

"There's one in that corral there, 
you can just barely see it; see, it's 
white." He vaulted over the fence. 
"It's saddled already," he called soft- 



ly, and in a short space of time ap- 
peared beside her leading the animal. 

"Well," she said, breathlessly, 
"you're a free man now, so don't lose 
any time, but ride. Every moment 
counts. They are liable to drop down 
here any time and then you'd be 
caught. ' ' 

"And how about you?" he asked. 

"Well I can — can take care of my- 
self " she ceased speaking. 

He mounted the horse, as he did so 
it reared. "That's a strong animal," 
he said to her, "and — well — say, miss, 
I think it would carry two." 

He urged her, she did not struggle. 
"Will you come?" 

"Yes," she replied softly, and as 
soon as she was back of him and her 
two little hands hugging him tigh: 
about the body, he gave the horse a 
cut, and the two figures melted quick- 
ly out of sight, into the night. 

R. Y. J. 



JESTERS ALL 



Now years have passed when boyish I 
Did contemplate with heaving breast 
A maiden's name — and had no rest, 

And aU day long did sit and sigh. 

But hng time has the fiame been stilled — 
She jested at my much-concern, 
And I, a fair one's way to learn. 

Did wither, and my heart was chilled. 

JAMES F. LAWRENCE 



THE VACCINES 




17^^^=^ OR 400 years the Canal 
Zone was a plague-spot, 
its jungle and marshes 
were pest-ridden. To- 
day the deadly swamps 
cease to jeapordize life 
and the zone has be- 
come a more healthy lo- 
cality than many Amer- 
ican cities. 

Methods of scientific sanitation have 
accomplished this extraordinary re- 
sult. Keeping apace with the advances 
in preventive medicine, the methodical 
postponement of inevitable death has 
added many years to the average span 
of life, and this, notwithstanding the 
steady reaching into middle bfe o^' thu 
diseases of old age. 

Our vital organs are not as vigoronr-f 
as those possessed by our ancient fore- 
fathers, yet they have sufficient resist- 
ance if fortified against invading or- 
ganisms whenever epidemics occur. 
Among the external aids which serve 
as adjuvants to the resisting forces of 
every human body bacterial vaccines 
hold a prominent position. 

The prophetic belief of Pasteur, that 
all infectious disesaes will some day be 
eradicated by vaccinations, is continu- 
ally more and more realized. 

The word vaccine comes from the 
Latin, vaeca, a cow, for the first vac- 
cine used. Bovine Virus, was taken 
from a cow. It was administered to 



persons to render them immune to the 
dreaded smallpox. Farmers in widely 
separated localities of England and 
France had recognized the fact that 
accidental infection with cowpox con- 
ferred immunity against smallpox. 
Benjamin Jesty was probably the first 
European to vaccinate as a preventive 
measure. He successfully treated his 
wife and two sons with bovine virus 
in 1774, having himself secured immu- 
nity from variola through accidental 
vaccination. Today there is a con- 
stant increasing number of vaccines. 
These preparations are suspensions in 
a salt solution of dead germs taken 
from infected individuals. A weak 
preservative is usually added. They 
are of two types: The "stock" vac- 
cine and the "autogenous." The 
former contains sterile organisms taken 
from many cultures of a particular 
germ, and which were obtained in dif- 
ferent individuals; the latter contains 
germs which were cultivated from an 
infection in the very person for whom 
the vaccine is being prepared. 

A scientific investigation of the first 
experiments with the virus of cowpox 
was not made until Jenner began his 
renowned studies. He performed nu- 
merous and accurate experiments. The 
first inocculation occurred in May 14, 
1796, with virus taken from a vesicle 
of a milkmaid. The inoeeulated per- 
son was James Phipps. He developed 



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a typical case of cowpox and a subse- 
quent attempt to inoculate him with 
smallpox proved negative. This was 
considered, and probably is, the first 
vaccination of a person with human- 
ized virus of the first generation. 

To Sacco, a physician of Milan, is 
due the credit of substituting animal 
or bovine virus, for the humanized 
variety. 

In the days of Jenner infectious dis- 
eases could not be thoroughly studied. 
Not until the monumental labors of 
Pasteur, Koch and others had intro- 
duced the new science, Bacteriology, 
could the fruitful methods of investi- 
gation, now universally employed, be 
adopted by inquiring pathologists. 

In reviewing discoveries of this sci- 
ence, we naturally inquire has not na- 
ture provided us with some sort of 
defence against the microscopic organ- 
isms which produce disease? For we 
notice in individuals a difference in 
susceptibility to infection, and every 
individual differs at different times, 
offering a varying resistance to dis- 
ease. The question naturally arises: 
how does this happen? How is it 
that some men can resist disease, and 
some easily fall a prey to it? 

In recent years investigators have 
called attention to the role of the white 
blood cells in the defence of the body 
against bacterial invasion. 

The activity of these blood cells or, 
phagocytes, in carrying out their de- 
fensive warfare, appears to depend 
largely upon the presence in the blood 
serum of elements called opsonins. 



These opsonins seem to act upon low 
organisms in such a way as to render 
them an easy prey to the white cor- 
puscles. From this observation the in- 
ability of individuals to resist disease 
would seem to be a deficiency in 
opsonic power, in other words a fail- 
ure or partial failure of the blood se- 
rum to prepare the invading bacteria 
for destruction by the phagocytes. 

On the other hand by artifically in- 
creasing the opsonins in the blood 
stream more or less immunity should 
follow the treatment. Another ques- 
tion presents itself. How might these 
elements be increased? By experi- 
ment it has been found that a suspen- 
sion of dead bacteria aids the militant 
white corpuscles to destroy living bac- 
teria of the same kind. 

The defensive capacity of a person 
can be determined at any time by test- 
ing the opsonic index of his blood. A 
few drops of blood are drawn from 
the patient whose resistance to a dis- 
ease is being investigated. This blood 
furnishes a small amount of serum; a 
clear straw colored fluid that sepa- 
rates from a clot of blood. An equal 
amount, by measure, of a bacterial 
emulsion, is added to this serum and 
washed leucocytes. 

A short time must be given for the 
latter to attack and ingest the bac- 
teria. This being accomplished small 
drops of the fluid are mounted on 
slides as smears, stained suitably and 
are examined on the stage of the 
microscope, 100 leucocytes are selected 
for observation. Centering them over 



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a grating if helpful, the number of 
bacteia in each is counted. If the num- 
ber of engulfed bacteria is less than 
the normal count the person from 
whom the serum was drawn is not able 
to resist the invasion of the bacteria 
tested, at least, as he might and really 
should if he hopes to escape infection. 

A vaccine made from this bacteria 
under examination will, however, sup- 
plement the natural resistance of the 
system, should some germs of this type 
gain accidental entrance. 

It must not be imagined that vac- 
cine therapy is unlimited in its effi- 
ciency, and that in time we shall be 
able to cope with any infection by 
skillfully selecting and then introduc- 
ing a potent vaccine into the blood 
stream. 

The sera likewise have their proper 
field of activity and are exceedingly 
effective. These furnish us with pro- 



tective substances which prevent fur- 
ther destruction of tissue by germs 
which have gained a footing in the sys- 
tem, or give immunity to threatening 
infection. 

Vaccines serve as stimuli which in- 
duce a protection of protective sub- 
stances. Such a production supposes 
a capacity in a patient to respond to 
the stimulation, and vaccination is 
useless when that capacity is lacking. 

Just as perpetual motion is an im- 
possibilty for the engineer so immor- 
tality is beyond the power of the phy- 
sician. Yet notwithstanding the in- 
creasing debility of the human race, 
modern methods of therapeutics and 
sanitation have accomplished the glo- 
rious achievement of reducing the gen- 
eral death rate in the Unted States al- 
most 25 pr cent in 30 years. 

JOHN PAUL DEGNAN 



ANYMAN 



A peacock struts along the wall, 
A death's head 'neath lies mouldering, 
A ruin old lifts a broken tower, 
7h an inky sky all lowering. 

The ruin was a castle strong, 
The skull, alack! was a maiden fair, 
And the darksome sky a vault of blue. 
And pride was the peacock strutting there. 



R. A. Y. 



PE-HAS-KA 




WELL APPOINTED 
Bachelor's Club was one 
of the pleasurea ble 
though simple pastimes 
of Milwaukee, and was 
patronized by gentlemen 
of the higher order, 
who, bored after a hard 
day of exquisite mental 
torture, would seek such rest 
and comfort as was not to 
be found elsewhere throughout the 
entire East. A dark though respecta- 
ble old building, which had once been 
a palatial residence, was announced 
to be the "Bachelor's Club" by small, 
unobtrusive gold lettering on the 
huge door panels. One would not ex- 
pect to find here the wealth and com- 
fort subscribed to by well-to-do citi- 
zens, but, however, such was the case. 
On entering you are immediately re- 
lieved of your overcoat by one of four 
or five side-whiskered gentlemen in 
black uniforms, and propelled by an- 
other through a veritable tropical gar- 
den of palms artificial and otherwise, 
until you reach the drawing room. 
Even before you open the door, the 
aroma of perfect havanas pitches the 
senses for the luxurious sight which 
greets the eye. Within the room there 
is everything one could wish as a re- 
ceptacle for tired limbs or aching feet, 
and even now six or seven men in 
evening dress, are perched in the most 



comfortable though ridiculous places. 
All business formality and etiquette 
are dropped for the present, and the 
Hon. James F. so and so, of a few 
hours before is now plain "Jim," while 
Dr. Geo. D. Medico, M. D., Ph. D., is 
called "George." The conversation, 
which before was an argument upon 
stocks and bonds, now gradually drifts 
to football, which is the interesting 
branch of athletics upon this occasion, 
as the champions from two states, the 
Indiana and Illinois Universities are 
scheduled to play the following week 
in Milwaukee. Broker Johnston was 
speaking. "As my son is captain of 
the Illinois squad," he said, "I am 
quite certain that his team shall win." 
"Yes?" queried Banker Munson, 
argumentatively. 

' * My son, ' ' continued the proud 
parent, "is the soul of college spirit 
and enthusiasm, and as the captain of 
the other fifteen is merely a low, spir- 
itless, redskin, I am quite at rest as to 
the result." 

"How dare you, sir," broke 
in Munson; "if you do not take 
back the very tones in which those in- 
sults against my adopted son were ut- 
tered, I will be forced to denounce 
you as being ungentlemanly in the ex- 
treme." 

An awkward pause followed 
the irate banker's outburst, when, 
finding his voice, even in the depths of 



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his astonishment, Johnston coldly but 
courteously replied : " I beg your par- 
don, sir, or rather your son's, if I have 
offended, but my humility will carry 
me no lower; and it may be, sir, as he 
is not of your own blood and color, my 
assertions of a moment ago may in 
part be true. 

"Gentlemen," the banker be- 
gan solemnly, "though the boy's 
gratitude to me is very great, the love 
of his Alma Mater is, I am certain, 
the only love above his love for me 
that permeates his noble being. Could 
you but hear him speak, you 
would see that love oozing out of the 
very pores on his handsome forehead. 
The day that our party rescued him 
from the jaws of an exterminating 
prairie fire, he saw his own father, the 
aged chieftain of the Nez Perces, 
charred and lifeless on the plain, and 
turning up his eyes to mine, he whis- 
pered: "You are good to me Pe-has- 
ka" (the long hair), and unable to say 
more, he sat crying noiselessly on my 
hunting jacket. In these last five 
years, he has learned that which would 
take the ordinary white youth fifteen 
years. He is now at the head of his 
class, both in sports and in the studies 
of the institution ; it is he who won the 
two Vanderbilt scholarships, and' 
whose modesty was pricking your curi- 
osity, sirs, when you wondered at two 
scholarships being won by an 'Anony- 
mous.' Furthermore, Mr. Johnston, 
I will write a letter to the boy in the 
following terms, and I will wager with 
you in the sum of $50,000 that his team 



not only wins but that he makes the 
majority of points." While the as- 
tounded gentlemen-at-ease were reeov- 
ing their breath, the banker signaled 
one of those impassive machines 
known as butlers from without, and 
having procured pen and paper, wrote 
the following letter: 

My Beloved Son: — 

It is your foster-father who is writ- 
ing to you, my dear boy, and who asks 
you the one great boon of your life. 
My boy, if you do not lose that game 
to the Illinois team, I am ruined, both 
financially and otherwise, but even if 
you do not obey this, my first com- 
mand, remember that I am still your 
father. John Munson. 

"I take that bet," said Johnston, 
huskily, choking down his temper, 
"and it were better that you leave a 
sworn statement to the effect that you 
will not in any manner permit your 
son to know of your real desire in the 
circumstances till after the game." 
"My word is sufficient, sir," snapped 
back Munson, whose face became red 
and white by turns, as he realized the 
position in which he had placed the 
boy he loved. Many were the misera- 
ble hours which Banker Munson was 
destined to spend in contemplation of 
his rash deed. 

The breezes of early autumn were 
wafting the delightful fragrances of 
the Indiana harvest over the campus 
of the University, and the little knots 
of students were gathered in the last 
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5^jg!?!eSt7?'35"(?'53s:^r?'-~ t 'r 



with keen interest the brilliant prac- 
tice of the Varsity squad. But a 
blind man would have supposed from 
their conversation, that only one per- 
son was to be seen, namely. John 
Munson. Among the array of red 
jerseys, his dusky form, his keen alert 
glance, and the strong black hair was 
to be seen here, there and everywhere. 
His voice was to be heard now in ener- 
getic exhortation, again in praise of 
some worthy play by his fairer broth- 
ers. He stood for a moment silhouetted 
against the darkening twilight, as 
magnificent a specimen of true Ameri- 
can manhood as one could wish to see. 
Of about middle height, he stood 
clearly outlined, his muscles rippling 
delightfully under their velvet coating 
of purest bronze, every nerve screwed 
to the highest tension, his expressive 
dark eyes now blazing in determina- 
tion, and again melting in the extrem- 
ity of kindliness and encouragement. 
As some enthusiastic student from the 
sidelines called out a cheering word 
to him, he would nod smilingly, and re- 
turn the courtesy by some especially 
brilliant piece of work. He knew 
those boys loved him, that their hopes 
for the championship were centered in 
his prowess, and rather than betray 
their trust and affection, he would 
have consigned himself to the most 
ignominious punishment his honorable 
soul could imagine, — to be lashed to 
death by squaws of his own tribe. 
Slowly but surely one lone star began 
to shed its dim light from amidst the 
last golden reflection of the sun be- 



yond the hills, and Munson, in one 
great burst of brilliance, dribbles the 
ball for 50 yards, evading opponents 
with the utmost ease and security, and 
at last places the ball behind the goal- 
posts amid the shouts of the specta- 
tors. He thereupon signals the coach 
and the practice ends. The next morn- 
ing saw the students in a huge fit of 
funereal despondency. They were gath- 
ered in groups, and a deep stillness 
pervaded the stadium, where at any 
other time the air would have been a 
net-work of flying footballs. As the 
spectators in the arena at Pompeii felt 
the coming of the eruption of Vesu- 
vius, so also did the students feel the 
overhanging shadow. And the great 
foreboding was not without reason, as 
one of their number, who roomed un- 
der John Munson, said that the latter 
had walked up and down in his room 
above throughout the entire night. 
Munson himself was seen to leave his 
room in the morning, his face of an 
ashen hue, his eyes sunken, and as 
one of the boys expressed it, with the 
demeanor of Byron's Prisoner of Chil- 
lon. Another student clinched the 
matter by saying that he had heard 
the Coach and Moderator of Athletics 
in an altercation as to how Munson 
happened to be in such condition. 
Munson had hitherto enjoyed all the 
freedom of careless youth, and now in 
one moment was thrust upon him the 
crisis of his life, through the letter of 
Banker Munson. As for the latter, he 
had not only apologized to Johnston 
in the presence of the club, but had 



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gone so far as to offer him money 
in order that his son might be 
freed from that odious trial, and 
Johnston had politely refused to ac- 
cept the money, but magnanimously 
consented to Munson's request. Two 
days before the game, therefore, saw a 
telegram in the hands of the coach, 
and the latter had decided that the 
message might contain something 
which would renew the "slump" from 
which Munson had been slowly recov- 
ering, and Munson did not get the let- 
ter, which contained these words: — 

My dear boy : 

Please excuse my letter of 15th 
inst., and play your best to win for 
my sake. 

John R. Munson. 

The day for the big game had 
broken with regal splendor, and its 
radiance illuminated the perfect grid- 
iron with its enormous bleachers, the 
pride of Milwaukee, which were soon 
to be the setting for a truly beautiful 
spectacle. The weather in the after- 
noon proved a confirmation of the 
morning's promise, and the enthusias- 
tic Alumni recounted adventures of 
the early 70 's, and sang their ancient 
college songs in groups about the en- 
closed arena. Even the dignified So- 
phomore condescends to bestow a wink 
or sly kick at a levity-loving Fresh- 
man, and meeting one another, the So- 
phomore and Senior will try to pre- 
serve a grave demeanor while holding 
converse on the Peace Conference in 
London, when they are in truth burst- 



ing with "dope" on the coming game. 
There was a convulsive shnddu' 
among the phalanx of peanut wag >.js, 
and the crowd is seen surging into Die 
bleachers. The two bands on -^itl.er 
side of the field, blared forth in one 
grand never-ending discord. Har- 
mony was not to be considered now, 
and the sole idea was to make them- 
selves heard amidst the volumes of 
sound rolling down from the stands 
above. The Indiana stand was filled 
to its utmost capacity, and bedecked 
in all the sanguine hues that the in- 
genuity of the decorators could con- 
trive to place upon its lengthy front. 
The enormous sea of cardinal in the 
center of the stand, was a strange con- 
trast to the neutral tints of the disin- 
terested spectators on the edges. It 
resembled one enormous ruby, trimmed 
with a setting of gorgeous jewels dis- 
playing vari-colored fires, satellites 
to the ever present red. This blazing 
sea of color was not superior, however, 
to the other side of the bleachers, 
where the blue of Illinois was predom- 
inant as the color, and also blazed 
forth in a mild defiance toward its 
more vociferous brother, directly in 
front. In the dressing rooms to one 
side, the respective teams are getting 
their last "rub-down" before entering 
the field. The Indiana coach had pro- 
cured a certain preparation as a spirit- 
raiser for the team, a concoction of 
pineapple juice, iron, and other in- 
gredients entirely non-alcoholic, and 
each one of the team had to suffer a 
glassful before entering the field. A 



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certain feverish energy was noticeable 
in Munson, and the coach in order to 
make the Indian's condition better, if 
possible, forced him to drink two 
glasses of the medicine. An unnatural 
flush was upon his brows, that depict- 
ed mental fatigue, which lent to his 
eyes a brilliance that was dazzling, 
while every muscle of his body could 
be seen to be quivering slightly. He 
heard the directions of the coach in a 
listless manner, and as the gong rang 
and the impatient players pranced on 
the gridiron after the manner of young 
colts, his was not the elastic tread of 
the John Munson of old. Banker Mun- 
son saw from the stands and won- 
dered, while the faithful admirers of 
the red immediately came to their feet 
with a roar. 

Munson, Munson, Munson, boomed 
over the field again and again, the 
resonant echoes vying with one other 
to spread the petition. The painful 
flush deepened, but Munson answered 
with a grave smile. The coin flashed 
brightly in air, and the combatants 
having found their positions, the play 
commenced. The game from begin- 
ning was a great, soul-stirring battle 
of the forwards and seldom did the 
ball reach Munson or his fellows 
in the back field. The game 
was played so evenly that the 
vast crowd roared at the least little 
dash or gain. Cleverness matched 
brilliance, wit matched its more 
awkward opponent, strength, in 
such a manner as to elicit 
a continual cheer from the bleachers. 



But suddenly the play changes. One 
or two scrums and Bergez of Illinois 
starts on a splendid run down the field 
with the ball, which has been passed to 
him by the halfback. He easily passes 
the forwards, and finds directly in his 
path the deadly Munson, crouched like 
a tiger about to spring, ready to inter- 
cept any manoeuver of the on-coming 
Bergez. Munson suddenly darts for- 
ward like an eagle and subperbly tack- 
ling his antagonist, throws him clean- 
ly over his head, and procuring the 
ball dashes down the field in an ut- 
terly bewildering manner. Nothing is 
seen of him for seconds at a time as 
he dashes, darts, and swerves always 
forward and has at last passed through 
the mob behind. He now has a clear 
field save for the fullback Johnston. 
Not a sound is heard in the living 
oceans of enthusiasts on either side, 
and all gaze with startling eyes at such 
a spectacle as had never before been 
seen on the old ball field. There was 
Munson tearing down the field at a 
speed which could have never been 
equaled in five olympiads, his blazing 
eyes to be clearly seen by all an object 
of terror at once to his opponents, and 
of astounded satisfaction to his sup- 
porters. Johnston moves quickly for- 
ward, and being in excellent position 
to tackle, suddenly launches himself 
forward at the on-coming figure. The 
anxiety in the stands was at bursting 
point, for all knew as well as the play- 
ers themselves that if Johnston stopped 
Munson, one of the two would be seri- 
ously injured. But a mighty gasp re- 



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lieves the tension for at the psycholog- 
ical moment Munson rises beautifully 
into the air and leaps at least two feet 
over Johnston's bending form, and 
then rushes onward toward the try of 
the game and victory. It is the end of 
the game and pandemonium reigns su- 
preme. 

As the red sea encompassed the 
Egyptians under Pharoah, so also did 
this great living mass sweep down 
upon the victorious team, and, strange- 
ly enough, none escaped save Munson, 
who appeared trembling before the 
coach. The latter too full for words, 
handed Munson the telegram, and 
waited silently for the effect. Munson 
said not a word, but the anguish and 
despair depicted on his countenance 
would have melted the hardest of 
hearts. The dressing room door sud- 
denly opened, and Banker Munson 
entered. The smile of congratulation 
was struck from his face as he saw the 
ghostly pallor of his son. The latter, 
however, leaped forward and said in 
tones piteously pentinent : 

"My father, I knew you 
would not ask it of me , but 
you see I got it too late. Goodbye. 
At any minute now I may die. I have 
taken a poison which 1 found in my 
medicine-bag, and which was handed 
down by my ancestors from generation 
to generation." 



The father stood transfixed 
with horror. The stoicism and 
feverish despair of the lad was so 
great that it held him paralyzed, as the 
eye of the deadly cobra holds the flut- 
tering little bird in midair in order 
that he may not lack his breakfast. 
The coach, who, up to this, had stood 
penitently by, now rushed frantically 
for a doctor. He luckily found one on 
the grounds, and returned with all 
haste to the dressing rooms. Munson 
lay in his father's arms, cold and still, 
a purplish tinge mingling with the pal- 
lor on his cheeks. The father was cry- 
ing like a child as the doctor walked 
up and felt Munson 's pulse. "Why, 
he burst out, this young fellow is very 
much alive, he is only in a cataleptic 
f it ! " After administering restora- 
tives, he made a stomach test and said : 
"This young man has taken a poison 
made from certain roots, and to which 
iron is a direct antidote. I see that 
he has also taken a medicine contain- 
ing iron, and this coma is the result. 
At this moment, however, Munson 's 
lips began to twitch, a shudder passed 
through his body, his eyes slowly 
opened, and realizing that he was not 
dead he said: "Both God and you have 
been good to me, Pe-has-ka. " 

FRANK W. SCHILLING, 

2d year High 



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EDITORIAL COMMENTS 



College 
Editorial 



The territory allotted 
to the college editorial 
was recently called 
into question by a certain university 
magazine. Somewhere between its 
two covers a sarcasm was attempted 
on the editorials of different college 
magazines alluding to them as totally 
"foreign to student atmosphere." 
Those articles to which it referred 



were for the most part, present day 
topics and comment on current 
events. 

Doubtless the commentator would 
restrict the field of college editorials 
to such antiques as, moral sermons on 
"The College Snob," "Football 
Spirit," "Our Team" and other arti- 
cles equally trite and worm-eaten. 
But we are forced to admit that we 



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differ radically from this opinion and, 
we think, not without reason. 

Since an editorial is an official ex- 
pression of opinion, --ind a college mag- 
azine is a literary journal differing 
from others only in that its articles are 
written by a class which is limited, 
what incongruity, we ask, arises when 
an editorial is written which deals 
with topics of the day and is not neces- 
sarily enveloped in the stuffy cloak 
of this restricted "student atmos- 
phere?" 

But as far as student atmosphere 
goes, it would seem to the ordinary ob- 
server that a student should take a 
vital, if not an active, interest in cur- 
rent events as intimately connected 
with his welfare as a member of so- 
ciety, and that in this sense an article 
of this type would be in a student 
sphere, just as much as an article on 
"Government Ownership of Rail- 
ways" is to the reader of the North 
American Review. 

Any person, then, who would banish 
all such items from his magazine (and 
everyone else's) does so arbitrarily, 
fixing his own standards of college 
editorials and limiting himself ^o a 
field so time-worn and hackneyed that 
he does well to dress his articles anew. 



Return to 
the Classics 



We note with much 
satisfaction that an- 
other voice joins in the 
chorous against electivism in a recent 
issue of The Dial (Chicago). The pro- 
tests against President Eliot's little 



pet have increased marvelously during 
the past two years, till one wonders 
some of our more advanced institu- 
tions of learning still cling tenaciously 
to the method of early "specializal- 
tion," "practical training" and "ma- 
chine made" educations. 

The writer sees a grievous fault in 
the modern educational system from 
the great depravity of literary taste in 
the undergraduate. He finds the col- 
lege litterateur, (the type of student 
most intellectually alert), a slave to 
the modern demagogues of literature 
with a total disregard of all the old 
standard poets, authors and dramat- 
ists. Says he : 

"I have known students who "spe- 
cialized" in the drama, without even 
enjoying a nodding acquaintance (such 
as one gets in translations) with 
Sophocles or Euripides, Moliere or 
Racine, without so much as an ability 
to read the Elizabe^han English of 
Shakespeare — one of them, indeed, ad- 
mitted to "hating" Shakespeare with 

particular fervor. The new 

gods are Wells and Shaw, Meredith 
and Chesterton, Ibsen (already a lit- 
tle old fashioned) , Strindberg, the Irish 
school, indeed any writers who put 
genuine "red blood" into their work 
who have broken violently with tradi- 
tion and who have a "deep love for 
the primitive." 

The writer styles this "regrettably 
frivolous," and we feel inclined to add 
that it is not only frivolous and regret- 
tably so, but also the offspring of an 



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175 



immature superficiality which results 
from an unguided mind. The type re- 
ferred to is one whose ambition it is 
to excel in the "high-brow" parlor 
talk of a sham literary society. We 
recognize the type as one from the in- 
stitution where from freshman the 
youth is able to elect his studies as he 
sees fit with no one to guide his tastes 
nor curb his youthful ideas. The 
classical education, where one took his 
studies as prescribed and completed 
his general education ere he became 
the specialist, whatever else it did or 
failed to do, it produced men whose 
tastes were less vulgar than are those 
of to-day. So after all it seems as if 
the practical education is less prac- 
tical than the impractical one (for 
such the old classic school is styled). 

"Fortunately we are just beginning 
to grasp this truth," says the writer 



referred to, "which is manifested by 
a reaction from the excesses of the 
elective system — -or rather a return to 
the old point of view by the attempts 
to revive the classics at Amherst, the 
requirements at Oberlin and Rutgers 
and by the tendency at Harvard, Yale 
and Princeton toward a general rather 
than a special education." 

To us, this recent tendency to- 
wards a return to the classics, is ex- 
ceedingly gratifying, to say the least, 
for we count ourselves one among the 
very few schools in the United States 
who have adhered closely to the tradi- 
tional course. The modern system of 
specialization and "quick returns", 
by a silent consent, seems to have 
been a failure. The return seems to 
vindicate the old regime. A modern 
educational idol topples from its pedes- 
tal of clay. 




Well, the holidays are over, and 
once more we find ourselves in the 
"sanctum" perusing our contempo- 
raries from "Exdom" and deriving 
therefrom much benefit. 

But we feel a little belligerent, and 
the cause is this, that too many of our 
leading College Journals have dropped 
their "Exchange Column," and sub- 
stituted nothing nearly so valuable nor 
interesting in its place. 

An Exchange Column should play 
an important part in the general "get- 
up" of the book, and certainly it is the 
most productive of results, as it is un- 
doubtedly the widest read portion of 
the periodical by outsiders. 

We all need advice, and kindly 
criticism, for as the dictum runs 
"There's so much good in the worst of 
us and so much bad in the best of us, 
that it shouldn't behoove any of us" to 
uphold ourselves and ignore the rest 
of contemporary college journalism. 

To develope critical powers, is one of 
the prime objects of all instructive lit- 
erature ; why, therefore, should a jour- 
nal whose absolutely ultimate basis of 
existence is devoted to literary bene- 



fit, neglect this very important depart- 
ment. 

But enough of this, why continue, 
we are sure that our point is well 
taken, therefore, let us scan the wel- 
come pages of our "fellows" and for- 
get our surliness. 



California 
Occident 



It's a neat book, "The 
'Occident" is, and the 
University of Califor- 
nia has no cause to blush at the bearer 
of her literary honors. We were well 
repaid, on glancing between the covers, 
and in verse we found several morsels 
which just suited our taste. "Night 
Songs" we thought the best, "The 
Bards" is also good, but a little 
smoothing over the lines and a bit of 
attention paid to "images" would im- 
prove this contribution materially. 
"The Passionate Desert," a story, 
strikes one, not only by its title, 
which is good, but by its telling, which 
is better. A western atmosphere well 
sustained and a plot strong, but not 
melodramatic, holds the attention, and 
one feels repaid for the time spent in 
reading it. 



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177 



"Why Is History," an essay, ans- 
wers a frequently asked question, as 
regards the value of tlio erudite study, 
and does so in an entertaining fashion, 
that convinces one, but in justice to 
the author, we beg to state that all 
educated men recognize its value, and 
it were better, if he would turn his 
talents to a subject more fruitful. 

Another essay, "The Ideal of Gen- 
tlehood," is timely and should be pub- 
lished as a brochure, in these sadly 
decadent days of Suffragettes and 
Labor Leaders. The story "My Lord's 
Venison," is well conceived and par- 
takes somewhat of the French style, 
but is not thoroughly worked out, and 
hence becomes amateurish. The rest 
of the publication balances well, but 
why not an exchange column? 



^,„ .„ The D'Youville Maga- 

D Youyille ^^^^ .^ ^ ^^^^ ^^^ 

jyiagazine substantial publication, 

and since it is a quarterly, a well-filled 
table of contents is assured. There is 
one point, however, that should be 
noted at the outset, and it is uncut 
pages. The double leaf adds nothing 
to the beauty of the book, but affords 
only a trivial, though annoying, hin- 
derance in reading it, cut them ladies 
it saves time ! An observer can not 
help noticing the qualities of the es- 
says published, and if it were not for 
a certain "schoolish" style they would 
be all that is desirable in this species 
of composition. "The Roman Wom- 
an," and "After Reading the Tem- 
pest" struck us as being the best, but 



"Horace At Home" is also commend- 
able. 

The stories are not quite up to the 
standard established by the essays, 
nevertheless they are far from being 
poor. "Out of the Fog" has a Dick- 
ensesque setting and tone through- 
out, but why confine the plot 
to two pages and a quarter? 
A London night, and Lon- 
don town is too large a theme to occu- 
py such cramped quarters. "The Feud 
Child" strikes one as being human, 
and the handling of the story is com- 
mensurate with the "motif." Good, 
is the word that describes it. 

As regards poetry, we miss it. There 
is quite a paucity of verse considering 
the size of the periodical. "Two Son- 
nets On Faith" were good, each 
breaths a spirit of sincerity and they, 
or it, is handled well. 

Considering the book, altogether, it 
is good, biit there is still room for im- 
provement, particularly in the depart- 
ments. 



¥T • rivT ^L The University ot 
Univ. of North ,, ^, ^ ,. ,, 
^ ,. ,, North Carolina Maga- 

CarolinaMag. . -., . ,^ 

zme, although rather 

small in contents for November, con- 
tains several good contributions that 
are a pleasure to read and review. 
"Dinner With Dr. Johnson" is a clev- 
erly written sketch and one a bit un- 
usual. It is handled well, but could 
be improved as regards to length. The 
verse "The Way of the Winds," is a 
nicely worded poem, and is placed in ' 
a smooth musical meter. The figures 



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are good and the theme pleasant. It 
should have been placed in a more 
prominent portion of the book ; there it 
would have been more effective. 

"The Vacuum," a story, has an un- 
usual plot, and shows talent on the 
part of the author. It is well con- 
ceived, but is not handled in a manni-r 
that would give its fall value. Tlie 
ending is cramped and seemingly hur- 
ried. A little attention paid also tn 
periodic construction would not be 
wasted. The article entitled "Hun- 
dred Days in Fort Alexis," is nicely 
written, but is a mere recital of the 
brutalities of a Russian prison. The 
matter is not interesting and not worth 
the telling. The end might just as 
well have been the beginning, and the 
middle could fit any place. Unless 
some great lesson is to be drawn from 
such a theme, it were far better if it 
were left unrecorded. 

The departments of the book are 
well written, but since so much talent 
is shown in so little matter, we would 
ask the Editors to increase at all costs 
the size of their publication. 



St.Mary's 
Collegian 



Our old friend, "The 
Collegian, ' ' from' St. 
Mary's College, Calif., 
came into the office, dressed in a neat 
holiday attire, and bearing some good 
matter on the inside. The opening 
poem is good, but could have been cut 
down with better results. The playlet, 
"The Governor's Gift," is well writ- 
ten and comes up to a skillful and un- 



expected climax. The essay on "Hor- 
ace Howard Furness" is timely and 
nicely written, but should have been 
a bit longer. Several stories, notably 
"The Welch ina- of To^n Carroll," ar)- 
pealed to us, and taking everything in- 
to consideration the issue at hand is a 
representative one. 



Indeed you have com- 
The Tattleij menced the new year 

very well. First issues 
are generally expressive of talent, but 
usually along the principle that good 
things come in small packages. The 
January issue of "The Tattler," from 
Randolph Macon College, is, however, 
an exception to this rule. In poetry the 
book is very fortunate, and several 
pieces are among the best that we have 
seen this year. "Night" is daintily 
written and has an expressive 
meter and rhyme-scheme, but the 
last line in the second stanza 
almost rings amateurish. "A 
Fragment" is also good, but is in- 
clined rather to pessimism, with a tinge 
of Omar's. "What without knowing 
whither hurried whence," etc., thrown 
in. "Mercy" we liked best, and in it 
we found the true poetic spirit, well 
expressed and voicing a worthy theme. 
We reprint it below. 

"The Friendship of Saylin," a story 
of modern day polities, is not only un- 
usual in treatment, but also in plot. 
There is a sane style throughout, with 
but very little exaggeration in con- 
versation. It ends smoothly and with- 



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179 



out any straining or evincing of a hur- 
ried desire to close. The author is to 
be congratulated. 

"The Magic Kiss" is also good, but 
is a bit flamboyant in parts, a general 
toning down and smoothing would 
benefit the article. The essay, "Char- 
acteristics of the Poetry of Coleridge" 
shows careful preparation on the part 
of the authors, and is valuable in shed- 
ding a little new light on that peculiar 
and high-flown poet. The story "A 
Boy There Was" is also deserving of 
notice, as are the departments. If the 
periodical keeps up the standard set by 
this issue it will soon gain an extreme- 
ly high place. 



The Fordham 
Monthly 



The Fordham Month 
ly for December is a 
good number and con- 
tains several stoiies that are co;n!acn,I- 
able. "The Spirit of the Wood," at- 
tracted our attention, as did "Feaj 
May Save." The latter, however, is 
carelessly written and not well con- 
ceived. In several of the poems 
the opening verse is novel, 
particularly in its mechanical 
structure. The book loses, however, 
by not having an essay. Also too 
much space is taken up by the depart- 
ments. The magazine is more newsy 
than literary. 



We also acknowledge the receipt of 
the following, space forbids extended 
review: Chapparal, Schoolman, Sola- 
man, Mercerian, Ephebeum, Witwo? - 



thian, Gonzaga, Loyola, Springhillan, 
Ava Maria, Harvard Monthly Vic- 
toria, Georgetown, The Laiirel, Acad- 
emia, Marquette, Vassar, Mount An- 
gel Cath. Univ. Bulletin, also Wil- 
liams' Monthly, vevy neat in format. 



MERCY 



In yonder west the sun's bright ban- 
ners pale, 
The crimson fire grows slowly faint 
and dim, 
The silent stars all luminous unveil — 
And what is man that Thou shouldst 
visit him? 

Obedient to Thy mighty laws they go ; 
The spheres around the sun in sol- 
emn swing; 
Ten thousand worlds, unending, row 
on row. 
All safe beneath the shadow of Thy 
wing. 

Thou comest in the tempest and the 
storm ; 
Thou ridest on the thundercloud's 
black rim; 
Thou raisest mighty whirlwinds with 
Thine arm — 
And what is man that Thou shouldst 
visit him? 

A puny weakling, whom to know's to 
spurn ; 
Yet shall this weakling triumph at 
his death. 
For though from dust to dust he must 
return. 
E'en Thou, O Lord, hast breathed 

in him Thy breath. 
— From The Tattler, Randolph 
Macon College, Va., 1913. 



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Saints and Places 

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Intercollegiate Debates. 

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however, contains many new features 



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Intorsitg Note 



It was with reluctance 
Return that we broke away 

from the fireside to 
return to old Santa Clara and resume 
studies. But, once returned, the pangs 
of homesickness are drowned in the 
mirth and shouts of the campus. After 
exchanging our good wishes for the 
year and relating the good times en- 
joyed during our holiday recess, we 
must turn our thoughts to the study of 
this half-year and with sturdy deter- 
mination, backed by good resolutions, 
we take to our books again. 



On the evening of De- 
Show cember 19th an enter- 

tainment was given 
in the University Auditorium for the 
benefit of athletics. It was an unusual 
show. Vaudeville shows are not, in 
themselves, unknown, but seldom have 
we witnessed such perfectly balanced 
vaudeville. Every act was good and 
it would, indeed, be difficult to pick 
the headliner. 

The Harmony Four, of San Jose, 
rendered some exceedingly good har- 
mony, both vocal and instrumental. 

"Swede" Nelson, accompanied by 
Ed O'Neil of San Francisco, sang 
some new and catchy songs in a man- 
ner all his own. 



A vocal solo by Miss Clarisse Smith 
of San Jose scored a tremendous hit, 
and we hope to hear Miss Smith fre- 
quently in the future. 

Messrs. McKenzie, Gaxiolo, Wal- 
fish and Scherzer were an entire show 
in themselves. Their act, lasting a full 
half hour, was replete with good 
songs, dialogues and even grand opera. 

The University Quartette, consist- 
ing of Messrs. Haskamp, Askam, Zar- 
ich and Best, was very good, and 
though the skyline of the group was 
ragged, the harmony was perfection. 

Recitations by Mr. P. O'Connor 
were well given, especially his imper- 
sonation of George Cohan. 

Space will not permit us to continue 
the details, suffice it to say that the 
whole affair was good, even to the 
"movies." Too much praise cannot 
be given Messrs. Bronson and Flood 
for the manner in which the affair was 
managed. 



New Staff 
Member 



We read with pleasure 
of the appointment of 
William Stewart Can- 
non to the Redwood staff. W. S. is a 
popular figure on the campus, a mem- 
ber of the class of '16 and House of 
Philhistorians and secretary of the 
former body. Congratulations, Bill! 



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183 



With the arrival of Joseph Leo 
(Patsy) O'Rourke on the scene, base- 
ball will soon be in full swing. 
"Patsy" in not new at the coaching 
garne, having had charge of the 
Priu(julon squaJ in lOiiner ;>eais. lie 
is well-known in baseball circles as a 
heady and aggressive player. He is 
now with the Senators and formerly 
of St. Louis Nationals. He takes 
charge of the squad immediately. 



Lecture 



On December 17th 
Freshman were enter- 
tained by an interest- 
ing and instructive stereopticon lec- 
ture delivered by Mr. J. G. Hubbard. 
Mr. Hubbard is an old Santa Clara 
student (ex '04) and a graduate of U. 
C. Department of Engineering. Since 
he received his diploma he has been 
connected with the Oriental Consoli- 
dated Mining Co., the largest corpora- 
tion of its kind in the Orient. He act- 
ed in the capacity of manager of one 
of their largest properties in Korea, 
and therefore had many interesting 
things to tell the class regarding min- 
ing, engineering and chemistry. He 
also told of the people of the Far East 
and their customs. 



Sanctuary 
Banquet 



The St. John Berch- 
mans Sanctuary Soci- 
ciety held their annual 
banquet on the evening of December 
15. The banquet hall was well deco- 
rated and the menu was all that could 
be desired. 



Bert Hardy, the prefect, acted as 
toast-master, and the speakers for the 
evening were Messrs. Aurrecaechea, 
T. Kearns, R. Flood, J. Noonan, J. 
Fitzpatriek and H. McGowan. Messrs. 
Ivancovich and Vaughan director and 
director pro tern respectively, and 
Fathers Boland and Burke spoke a 
few words to the members. 

The musical programme was well 
arranged. The quartette, composed of 
Messrs. Hardy, Haskamp, E. Flood 
and R. Flood, rendered some original 
songs and made a der-ided hit with the 
audience. Solos by Messrs. Haskamp, 
J. Christy and J. Lyons and a duet by 
Messrs. Flood and Haskamp, complet- 
ed the evening's programme. The 
solos by Messrs. Lyons and Christy 
deserve special mention. They were 
encored again and again and the mem- 
bers were still applauding when the 
director informed the gathering of the 
lateness of the hour. The boys passed 
a very enjoyable evening. 



Freshman 
Class 



The Freshman class 
held their first regular 
meeting on December 
16th, the business being the election of 
officers, the drawing up of a constitu- 
tion and the discussion of plans for the 
ensuing term. The officers elected 
were: Mr. E. J. Ryan, S. J., Moder- 
ator; Joseph R. Parker, President; 
Jos. A. Noonan, Vice-President; Wm. 
Stewart Cannon, Secretary; Ray Em- 
merson, Treasurer; Harry Whelaln, 
Sergeant-at-Arms ; Geo. A. Nicholson, 



184 



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Athletic Manager. The captains for 
the various teams were : Donald 
Davies, Baseball; J. Ahern, Basket- 
ball, and M. J. Leonard, Track. The 
class of '16 promises many surprises 
for the student body, and the captains 
of the various teams are out for inter- 
class honors in every branch. 



We learn with regret of the unfor- 
tunate accident that befell Hial Cleg- 
horn, a popular member of the Soph, 
class. On Christmas Eve, while at- 
tempting to board a train at Ross Val- 
ley, Hial lost his footing and was 
thrown to the ground, breaking his 
right leg and suffering lacerations 
about his face and head. He is now 
on the way to recovery and hopes to 
be among us soon. 



Mr. 

Ivancovich 



We were pleasantly 
surprised to see Mr. 
Ivancovich among us 
again after his illness. He is looking 
well again and will be able to resume 
his duties this term. 



TheCo-Opera- 
tive Store 



This institution, as yet 
in its infancy, has ac- 
complished marvelous 
things in the small space of two years. 
Under the able management of Mr. 
Jos. L. Thomas, the store has grown 
from a mere hole in the wall to its now 
spacious quarters, and the trade has 
grown in proportion. Time was when 
we called it the "pie stand," and the 
mention of it meant pie, ice-cream, 
jelly beans. Soon new lines were add- 



ed until at the present day we may 
purchase anything from a tack to a 
diamond without going a hundred feet 
out of our way. But did you see the 
latest lines? We now have a shoe de- 
partment where we can buy almost 
anything in footwear from dancing 
pumps to gum boots. Soon we'll have 
dress suits for sale, and even it is ru- 
mored that "Joe" is dickering for 
several automobile agencies. The en- 
tire student body owe thanks to Mr. 
Thomas and his assistants for the able 
way in which they have conducted this 
business and we hope they shall con- 
tinue in the good work in the future. 



r* J.U jr Miss Catherine Mc- 

Ueatn of „ ^ . , . 

Miss McCann f;,""^ ^'f °^, J^^^^^^ 
4th m San Jose, hav- 
ing reached her eightieth year. 

Miss McCann was the donor of the 
McCann Medal, given each year for 
the best short story in honor of her 
nephew, Daniel McCann. 

She has been an exemplary Catholic 
and a charter member of the Ladies' 
Sodality of Saint Claire's Church. 
May she rest in peace. 



University 
Notes 



The Department of 
Mechanical Engineer- 
ing received a set of 
blue prints showing the exact 
size of every part of a 26" by 48 
Rolling Mill Type Corliss engine 
and a set of celluloid tracings for lay- 
ing out power plants. These were do- 
nated by the Murray Iron Works Co. 



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185 



of Burlington, Iowa. The CometMotor 
Works Co. of Chicago donated a set 
of prints showing details of a %-horse- 
power gasoline engine and of a 3-horse- 
power motorcycle engine and the De 
La Vergne Machine Co. of New York 
donated a large framed photograph 
of a 600-ton refrigerating machine. 



Junior Debat 
ing Society 



The J. D. S. was re- 
organized for the year 
under the direction of 
Mr. Ivancovich. The officers elected 
were Thos. H. Davis, Vice-President ; 
Joseph R. Aurrecoechea, Secretary ; 
Thos. R. O'Connor, Treasurer; Claude 
B. Sweezy, Sergeant-at-Arms. 



he Faculty of Law held 
a banquet during the 
holidays with Dean J. 
H. Campbell acting as toastmaster. The 
work accomplished during the last 



Law Faculty 
Banquet 



semester was reviewed and the plans 
for the ensuing year discussed. Those 
present were President Father Mor- 
rissey, S. J. ; Father C. A. Buckley, S. 
J. ; Father John J. Laherty, S. J. ; 
Prof. Clarence C. Coolidge, Prof. 
Nicholas Bowden, Prof. James P. Sex, 
Prof. Edwin Coolidge, Prof. L. E. 
O'Keefe, S. J. 



It is of great interest 
Father Cichi to the "old boys" to 
know that Fr. An- 
thony Cichi is to celebrate the Golden 
Jubilee of his last vows as a Jesuit on 
February 2nd. The date also marks 
the seventieth anniversary of his en- 
trance into the Society of Jesus. 

Fr. Cichi was actively engaged in 
teaching chemistry at Santa Clara for 
thirty-five years. He is now Professor 
Emeritus of Chemistry. Fr. Cichi en- 
tered his ninetieth year on January 
17th. 




Alumni Club The University of San- 
of San Fran- ta Clara Alumni Club 
Cisco held an informal ban- 

quet at the St. Germain on December 
12th. The committee of arrangements, 
which ably saw to the details, were 
Mr. J. F. McDevitt, President; Mr. 
Elmer Westlake, Mr. George Wool- 
rich, Rev. Fr. Laherty, S. J., and Mr. 
John Riordan. 

The banquet was well attended and 
proved to be a very successful affair. 

Among the speakers were : Presi- 
dent Father Morrisey, S. J., B. S., '91 ; 
Hon. B. V. Sargent, B. S., '84, M. S., 
'85 ; Mr. T. C. Van Ness, Lewis Bying- 
ton, Mr. Richard Queen, Mr. John J. 
O'Toolo, U. S., 'i^O; AitSSiS. J-iUiULLL, 
B. S., '57, Van Ness, Menton Hon, 
'01, gave reminiscences of Santa Clara 
in Lhe early filLics. One aiiecduLe was 
particularly interesting. It seems that 
when Fr. Nobili was in search of stu- 
dents for the school he was to begin he 
favored the father of Mr. Burnett by 
calling and asking that "Mr. Burnett 



send his two boys to his school when it 
started." What a difference time 
makes. It will be remembered that 
Mr. Burnett's father, Peter Burnett, 
was the first governor of California. 

Rev. Fr. Sesnon, '04, charmed all by 
his singing and playing. The evening 
was brouerht to a close by a few more 
musical nuiiibcrs, iu vvliieli Mcssi's. r.Io- 
Kenzie, Sherzer, Hefferan and others 
participated. 



'87 



We were pleased to note in 
the San Francisco Examiner 
that Father McQuaide, B. S., 
'87, A. B., '88, lunched with the na- 
tion's Chief Executive on January 6th. 
Father McQuaide renewed his old 
friendship with President Taft when 
he went to Washington, D. C, as a 
member of the San Francisco delega- 
tion to secure the Exposition of 1915. 
Father McQuaide is the pastor of the 
Church of The Sacred Heart, San 
Francisco. 



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187 



Charles M. Cassin, A. B., 
'88 '88, one of the most promi- 

nent and able attoi-neys-at- 
law in this portion of the State an-l 
until recently having offices at Santa 
Cruz, has removed his law offices to 
the Bank of San Jose Building, San 
Jose. Mr. Casson is the father of a 
fine family, and all the ''old boys" 
know that Santa Clara Valley's cli- 
mate is unsurpassed for the health of 
growing youth, which is probably the 
reason for the change. 



went to the Boston Americans, the 
present champions. 



Stanley Hitchborn, Ex- '90, 
'90 visited the College lately 

while staying with relatives 
in town. 

Mr. Hitchborn has been quite a fig- 
ure in contracting circles, having done 
nearly all the Santa Fe Railroad's 
work for the past few years. The new 
stations on the way to Kansas City are 
his work ; also the Harvey Houses, 
which take the place of "diners" on 
that road. 

Mr. Hitchborn is now at Richmond 
constructing the Santa Fe's terminal. 



Chas. Graham, A. B., '98, 
'98 paid us a visit in the early 

part of January. "Charley" 
has been part owner and manager of 
the Sacramento Ball team in the Pa- 
cific Coast League, but has withdrawn 
from baseball. He intends to devote 
his time to a large automobile business 
which he has built up in Sacramento. 
Mr. Graham was a star in the national 
game while here, and upon graduating 



'02 



Robert O'Keefe of Folsom, 
Cal., has been married for 
the last three months. The 
bride is a Cincinnati girl. 

"Bobby" was another of those great 
ball players Santa Clara is famed for. 
He has been pitching for the Cin- 
cinnati "Reds," but next season is ex- 
pected to go to the Eastern League. 



J. G. Hubbard, Ex.- '04, is 
'04 now living in Santa Clara 

with his wife. He was the 
representative of the University 
of Santa Clara in the Chem- 
ists' Convention last summer. Mr. 
Hubbard has become quite well- 
known in connection with the Oriental 
Consolidated Mining Co. of Korea. Fie 
was chief chemist and manager for sev- 
eral years. He is now corresponding 
superintendent of the mines, which are 
the largest of their kind in Asia. 



Martin V. Merle, A. B., '06, 
*06 has taken up his residence at 

the University and will im- 
mediately begin getting together the 
cast of his latest drama, "The Mis- 
sion Play of Santa Clara." 

With the finishing touches applied, 
Mr. Merle is confident that his work 
will be attended by great feuccess, 
even to rival Clay M. Greene's passion 
play, "Nazareth," and Mr. Merle's 
own famous works. 



188 



THE REDWOOD. 



'08 



The class of 1908 have form- 
ed a permanent organization. 
It would be well for other classes to 
unite in a like manner, if for no other 
reason than to keep the class spirit 
alive. But such a body is capable of 
greater things, as is shown by the men 
of '08. They came together in the 
offices of Beach & Heffernan in the 
Hewes Bldg., San Francisco, and with 
Mr. Heffernan as temporary chairman 
they proceeded to the election of per- 
manent officers. The following offi- 
cers were chosen : 

Mr. Harry A. McKenzie, Class Pres- 
ident. 

Mr. Francis M. Heffernan, Treas- 
urer. 

Dr. Anthony B. Diepenbroek, Secre- 
tary. 

Father Robert J. O'Connor, Chap- 
lain. 

The business of the evening consist- 
ed of planning a present to the Uni- 
versity, the nature of which the class 
wishes to keep a secret for reasons of 
their own. 

They also discussed plans for a 
' ' quinquennial ' ' celebration. 

It was decided that the Class of 
1908 hold an informal smoker, to 
which the Class of 1913 be invited. 
The date will be set later, most prob- 
ably in June. 

A committee composed of Mr. Frank 
Heffernan and Mr. Harry A. McKen- 
zie was appointed to prepare a pro- 
gram. 

At the annual banquet of the Alumni 



Association the class will attend in a 
body and render their class song. 

A few of the Class of 1908 have 
been visitors to their Alma Mater. 

Father O'Connor, who is chaplain 
of the class, said mass in the Boy's 
Chapel, where he used to pray as a 
student. He is curate of St. Francis' 
Church in San Francisco. 

Dr. Anthony Diepenbroek was down 
for a last visit before going east. Dr. 
Diepenbroek was an interne at St. 
Mary's in San Francisco, and is now 
returning to St. Vincent's, New York. 
The position as interne at St. Vin- 
cent's is a coveted one, and gained 
solely by merit. Dr. Diepenbroek 
graduated fourth in his class at Har- 
vard, though just recovering from ill- 
ness. 

Harry McKenzie, who has been a 
prominent factor in making the several 
entertainments given lately by the 
College the success they were, ran 
down for a day. Harry has been ap- 
pointed chief clerk to District Attor- 
ney Fickert of San Francisco. Con- 
gratulations ! 



Leo J. Pope, Ex.- '09, was a 
'09 visitor at the initial basket- 

ball game of this semester. 
Mr. Pope expressed his approval of 
the further improving of Santa Clara 
and was delighted to see the good work 
progressing so rapidly. Mr. Pope is 
living in Oakland at the present, but 
intends to go East to the larger uni- 
versities this fall. 



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189 



'11 



Edward MacDonnell, Ex.- 
'11, has joined the Domini- 
cans at Benicia, where he 

now wears the white robe. 

"Eddie" was a most popular boy in 

the "yard," and we all wish happiness 

in his career. 



The students and faculty of 
'12 the University of Santa 

Clara have a "good angel" 
in James B. Smith. Mr. Smith's latest 
favor is in the interest of athletics. A 
much-needed car of cinders has been 
placed on the siding and is being 
quickly unloaded for rebuilding our 
track, which has been sadly in need 
of repair. 

Our benefactor is the head of the 
Western Coal and Fuel Co., and on 
account of his generous interest in our 



University was made an Honorary 
Alumnus at the Annual Alumni Ban- 
quet in 1912. 



'12 



Found! Fred O. Hoedt, A. 
B., '12, has at last been 
heard from. We were be- 
ginning to feel sorely neglected when 
a welcome note arrived bringing the 
news that Fred is a dental student at 
the University of California. Fred is 
living in San Francisco. 



Robert E. Jeffress, '12, is on 
'12 a leave of absence from 

the University of California. 
"Bob" has been extremely ill during 
the past few years, after leaving this 
institution. He is living at home in 
Piedmont, Oakland, and hopes to take 
up his college work soon again. 





With the football season a thing of 
the past except for the pleasing recol- 
lections, and never to be forgotten vic- 
tories, attention has been called to the 
numerous other lines of sport. The 
athletics of the year were started with 
an illustrious record made by the foot- 
ball team, and there is no reason under 
the present conditions, why the high 
standard already set should not be 
continued. Most of the members of 
last year's basketball, baseball and 
track teams have returned, and will 
be on hand to do their part when 
called on. 

Graduate Manager White has al- 
ready arranged a fine schedule for 
both the basketball and baseball teams, 
and will no doubt arrange sufficient 
meets to give the track men plenty to 
do. 



BASKETBALL. 

Captain Momson of the basketball 
team has a large squad out for the 
team, and positions are being held at 



a premium. Three of the members of 
last year's victorious team, namely: 
Voight, Momson and Melchoir, are 
on deck and working out daily on the 
gymnasium court. The loss of Jack 
and Chester Palmtag, the remaining 
members of last year's quintet, will be 
keenly felt. Flood, Ahern, Gilmore, 
and Heinninger, seem to have the best 
prospects of obtaining regular posi- 
tions on the team, as regards the two 
vacancies. 

So far the team has taken part in 
Ihree games. The first was with tlie 
Peninsula team of San Mateo, which 
was won in an easy fashion by Santa 
Clara, the final score being Santa 
Clara 60, Peninsula team 0. All the 
members of the team played important 
parts in the scoring, every player be- 
ing accountable for a large number 
of goals. 

The Bon Durre team of San Fran- 
cisco was the next team to line up 
against the basketballers. Both teams 
fought hard through the whole game, 



THE REDWOOD. 



191 



but Sant Clara managed to emerge 
from the affair nine points to the good. 
the result being 39 points for Santa 
Clara; Bon Durres 30. 

On Saturday, Jan. 18th, the basket- 
ball team left in automobiles for I,iv- 
ermore to play a game scheduled with 
the team of that town. The game re- 
sulted in a victory for the Livermoro 
team. 

The end of the first half found the 
score 13 to 9 against the college boys. 
In the second half our boys started off 
with a rush and for a while it looked 
as if they would overcome the lead 
which Livermore had already gained 
in the first half. However, poor goal 
throwing proved a great handicap, 
and many time goals apparently cer- 
tain were misjudged or .carelessly 
thrown, and Santa Clara was finally 
obliged to be content with the score 
standing 38 to 31 with Livermore on 
the long end. 

The team has yet a fine schedule 
ahead with trips to Santa Cruz, Wat- 
sonville, San Francisco and Oakland. 



BASEBALL. 

Patsy O'Rourke, captain and man- 
ager of the Sacramento Coast League 
team of 1912, has arrived at the in- 
stitution and is ready for work. 
O'Rourke is a man very familiar with 
the game, and his former experiences 
as captain should be a great asset to 
him as a coach, having given him much 
ability in handling players, and ob- 
taining the best results from them. 



He will be seriously handicapped, 
however, in one department of the 
game ; that is in respect to pitchers. 
So far there are only two men who can 
be looked forward to with any encour- 
agement. These players are Voight 
and Nino. Voight has had some ex- 
perience as a member of last year's 
second team, and has also played in 
amateur baseball to some extent. 

Nino is quite young and inexperi- 
enced, but has a good curve and an 
enormous amount of speed, with fair 
control. O'Rourke has a good man to 
work on in Nino, and he will, no 
doubt, be seen in action in a number of 
the scheduled games. 

The other positions will all be taken 
care of, for the most part, by former 
varsity men. Davis is back at his old 
stand as catcher. Ramage will hold 
down the first sack, Tommy Ybar- 
rando will be at second, Zarick at short 
and Tramutolo at third. Hogan, Best, 
B. Fitzpatrick, Milburn, Besselo and 
several other promising young players 
are seeking positions in the outfield. 

On the whole Captain Zarick and 
Coach O'Rourke are looking forward 
to a very successful year, and after the 
first two or three games will know 
where the material for the varsity 
team lies, and can then begin the sea- 
soning of their players and the en- 
grafting of team work. 

There has been some rumor of Santa 
Clara again meeting St. 'Mary's in 
baseball, but so far there has been 
nothing done, and in all probability 
the affair will not be taken seriously. 



192 



THE REDWOOD. 



although the game would create much 
interest, and would be a success from 
a financial standpoint. 



TRACK. 

During the past two or three years 
track athletics have been gaining more 
and more recognition at Santa Clara, 
the track is now looked upon as one 
of the major sports. Owing to this in- 
terest a dirth of material is out and 
the team which will represent Santa 
Clara this year will be far superior to 
any team yet turned out. With the 
cream of last year's team to pick from 
there is also much new material of the 
most promising nature. 

Heretofore the weight events have 
been Santa Clara's weak points, but 
this year they will be well taken care 
of by Kieley of I.es Ang'^les, wiio car- 
'ies with him the distinction of being 
the second best developed man in the 
state. This honor was awarded him 



by the judges of the physical develop- 
ment contest, held under the auspices 
of the Los Angeles Athletic Club. 

In the sprints we still have with us 
Best, Hardy, Bronson and Haskamp; 
all point winners of last year's team. 

The quarter-mile will be well taken 
care of by Crane and Momson, who 
have both covered the distance in very 
fast time. 

Benneson, who has heretofore borne 
the laurels in the distances, is still suf- 
fering from injuries received in an 
automobile accident, and it is uncer- 
tain whether he will be seen in action 
this year or not. If he is able to get 
into any shape whatever, there is no 
doubt but what he will be a valuable 
asset. 

Captain Hardy has called his men 
out for early training, and the lack 
of condition experienced in former 
years, when the team trotted out for 
the first meet of the year, will be ab- 
sent. 



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Phone, Douglas 4851 Opposite Powell Street 

Official Costumers for SAN FRANCISCO, CAL. 

Santa Clara Mission Play 

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CONTENTS 



SWEET DEATH, WHY ? 

NEO-VITALISM 

THE PRODIGY - 



L. A. F. 193 

James J. Conlon, S.J. 194 

George A. Ragan 200 



TO BISHOP EDWARD J. HANNA, D. D. - Charles D. South 20S 

WEATHER FORECASTING - Jerome S. Ricard, S. J. 207 

MONTANA JUSTICE - - - F. Buckley McGurrin 217 

BROWNING AND I - - - Frank McCabe 223 

JIM GRIMSBY OF THE VALENTINE TOUCH Francis W. Schilling 227 

EDITORIALS ------ 232 

EXCHANGES ------ 235 

UNIVERSITY NOTES ----- 241 

ALUMNI ------- 246 

ATHLETICS - - - - - - ' - 249 




OFFICERS OF THE SENIOR DRAMATIC CLUB 



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AUTHOR OF THE MISSION PLAY 

PRESIDENT BUSINESS MANAGER 

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Entered Dec. 18, 1902, at Santa Clara, Cal., as second-class matter, under Act of Congress of March 3, 1879 



VOL. XII 



SANTA CLARA, CAL., MARCH, 1913 



No. 5 



S^oot X)^ath, ^Ay ? 




Sweet Death ! So Hng'ring, why ? 

And dost thou lead me oft to sigh, 

Compose myself, and think .that now 

Thou'rt close: 

And dost thou then flee mockingly 

That I my burden may the heavier feel? 

And wilt thou one day all unwished take me 

In my black sins? 

Sweet Death, curst but in this: 

That jailor of my career flesh 

Thou stand'st outside my shackled frame, 

That weights me down ; 

There pointest me the starry space, 

The beauties of the sky, the peace beyond, 

And I would soar, would speed this place 

Where life is /living death. 

And when I pleading smite these bars 

Thou stay'st mockingly. 

And sweet Death, Why? 

L. A. F. 




NEO-VITALISM^ 




OR centuries the face 
of nature has been 
surveyed by inquir- 
ing eyes search ing 
for the secret of her 
genial powers, which 
manifested in the nourishing of a 
rootlet or the unfolding of a flower, 
quicken matter until the air and the 
ocean and the earth feel the pulse of 
life. 

Failing to wrest from nature her 
secret by methods of observation, 
other unwearied investigators have 
searched the depths of every unsound- 
ed void the human intellect can pene- 
trate, for an answer to the baffling 
riddle of life, and yet the enigma con- 
tinues to be one of the most difficult 
problems known to metaphysician or 
biologist. 

From time to time we read of some- 
body having made inert matter live, 
but when the entire story is told and 
the whole truth is published, life re- 
mains just as much of a mystery as it 
ever was. 

It is important to remember that 
the expression "artificial life," is fre- 
quently used in different senses. It 
may refer to vivifying lifeless mate- 
rial or to fertilizing living eggs artifi- 
cially. 

In a limited way the latter proced- 



ure is possible. Though wonderful, 
the existence of the "fatherless frog" 
does not invalidate the dictum of bio- 
logists that all living plants and ani- 
mals have originated from others of 
the same kind essentially. 

The multiplicity of notions regard- 
ing life had accumulated, even in the 
days of Claude Bernard, into such 
baffling mass of more or less dis- 
cordant ideas that with all his in- 
genuity he could not invent a new 
definition of life to be added to the 
long list of definitions previous inves- 
tigators had left on record. 

Still, with all our study and real ad- 
vancement the descriptive definition 
of life given by St. Thomas of Aquin, 
bears criticism much better than the 
definitions formulated by more mod- 
ern thinkers. According to him a liv- 
ing thing (vivens) "est id quod potest 
scipsum movere secundum aliquam 
actionem" (is that which is able to be- 
stir itself into some form of activity.) 

"Motus" is used in a wide sense so 
as to include intellectual operations. 

The peculiarity of the activity of 
life is that the operator is also the re- 
cipient of the act he produces. To 
live is an "immanent act." A pro- 
jectile travels rapidly but its motion 
has been communicated. 

Vital activity manifests itself in an 



* Abstract of a lecture delivered under the auspices of the Knights of Columbus, during the Lenten Course 
of 1913, by James J. Conlon, S. J., Director of the Department of Biology. 

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ascending scale in plants, in animals 
and in intelligent beings. 

Growth and reproduction charac- 
terize its presence in vegetable organ- 
isms, these distinguising traits are 
supplemented by sensation in the ani- 
mal, and human beings possess these 
three characteristics with the reason- 
ing faculty, and all that accompanies 
it, as a superadded qualification. 

Looking backward along the dark 
avenue of time our eyes count as so 
many milestones the shattered monu- 
ments once proudly reared to com- 
memorate the discovery of something, 
at least, of that inner reality from 
which vital activity issues. 

But the discoveries were more pop- 
ular than real, and in time went the 
way everything must go that is not 
true and therefore immortal. 

In the Greek period Aristotle is 
alone worthy of notice. His treat- 
ment of this subject, life, was scien- 
tific. 

In the Middle Ages the ideas of a 
sound vitalism were developed as far 
as the methods of metaphysical re- 
search can investigate such a matter. 
The modern period may be said to be- 
gin with Descartes, for the current 
theories rejecting a vitalizing princi- 
ple are founded on his philosophy. 
All changes in living bodies were to 
him but mechanical operations. 
Plants and animals were ingenious 
machines differing from one another 
in complexity only. 

This notion phrased in the ter- 
minology of our day is called the me- 



chanistic theory. It obtained wide- 
spread popularity in the nineteenth 
century, through the ready accepta- 
tion of Darwinism and the advances 
of Organic Chemistry. Men like 
Helmholtz, Huxley, Haeckel and oth- 
ers warmly defended this theory. 

Fundamentally the mechanistic the- 
ory is a biological expression of the 
materialistic conception of life. It 
postulates that organisms are compli- 
cated chemical aggregates, or perhaps 
compounds, but nothing more. The 
forces known to physicists and chem- 
ists alone are needed for Ihe opera- 
tions of life. We live and breathe and 
move because our chemical structure 
is such that it must exhil>it such phe- 
nomena. In a word a human being 
differs from an Ingersoll watch in de- 
gree, not in kind ; we are more com- 
plex. If this presentation of the the- 
ory appears biased listen to Le 
Dantec, (The Nature and Origin of 
Life). 

"Between life and death the differ- 
ence is of the same order as that which 
exists between a phenol and a sul- 
phate, or between an electrified body 
and a neutral body. In other words, 
all phenomena which we study objec- 
tively in living beings can be analyzed 
by the methods of physics and chem- 
istry." 

Blichner, Verworm, Haeckel and a 
multitude of smaller luminaries of the 
materialistic type express their feel- 
ings similarly. 

But they must have some evidence 
in support of such extraordinary 



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views. Here is a summary of the ex- 
periments thought to prove the me- 
chanistic theory: 

To begin with "artificial proto- 
plasm." This is made by treating 
olive oil with potassium carbonate un- 
til saponification commences. On the 
stage of the microscope a speck of this 
material has some movements which 
resemble those of the protozoa. 
Everybody knows that the activity of 
the soap is due to escaping gas, yet 
this experiment is sometimes cited as 
an overwhelming proof that the 
amoeba and Castile soap are cousins ! 

In 1865 Traube made artificial 
growths which resembled seaweeds 
from chemical solutions. Though 
mystifying in appearance these 
growths could be explained by the 
laws of physics. 

Leduc, professor of physics in the 
University of Nantes, improved on 
the experiments of Traube and was 
able to present to the French Acad- 
emy of Sciences some plants he had 
grown from "artificial seeds". Not 
content with what he had done, he 
claimed recognition from the Acad- 
emy as the discoverer of the secrets 
of life. His imitations of living struc- 
tures were exact as to details, but as 
capillarity, osmosis and similar phe- 
nomena explained the growth of his 
"seeds," Leduc finally saw the futility 
of posing before the scientific world 
as a creator of life. In fact, he denied 
after a time that he confused the ac- 
tivity of his osmotic growths with 
life processes. In this he, like many 



of his confreres, was dishonest for 
there is a record on the proceedings of 
the Academy of his ambitious and un- 
scientific claims. 

Probably the best discussion of 
these experiments is to be found in 
the publications of the physiological 
laboratory of the University of Lille 
— an institution of high standard, un- 
der Catholic auspices. The director 
of that laboratory not only determined 
the true scientific value of Leduc's ex- 
periments, but also suggested valua- 
ble improvements for enlarging and 
beautifying an "artificial garden." 

In 1905 a thrilling announcement 
came from Cambridge University that 
Mr. John Butler Burke of the Caven- 
dish laboratory had made bacteria by 
treating culture media with radium 
chloride. Soon, however, the patholo- 
gist of the university, Dr. V/oodhead, 
found that the "radiobes" — (Burke's 
bacteria) were bubbles of gas. Then 
the potency of radium was found to 
be shared by barium, strontium and 
lead. The nuclei of the "radiobes" 
consisted of an insoluble sulphate of 
one of these metals and the new "bac- 
teria" were but shadows of the real- 
ity. 

If Burke had not living germs 
he had a seeming discovery and pro- 
posed to make the best of it. With 
an ingenuity born of a bold and impu- 
dent defiance of propriety he now pro- 
posed a new definition of life so that 
his bubbles of gas might fit into some 
category of living things ! 

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wonderful achievement held up be- 
fore wondering eyes as the triumph of 
chemistry and the advent of a new 
era, dominated by a very elastic ethi- 
cal code. 

Yet all legitimate biologists protest 
that they have yet to see even one 
cell that was produced from inert ma- 
terial by physical and chemical forces 
only. 

We find this admitted, though re- 
luctantly, in the address of Dr. Schae- 
fer delivered last September before 
the British Association for the Ad- 
vancement of Science. The telegraph- 
ic report of the address stated that the 
Edinburgh professor vouched for the 
fact that life can be produced artifi- 
cially. The correspondent probably 
confused the prophetic forecasts Dr. 
Schaefer made with results which, he 
stated, had been accomplished. 

If anybody is desirous of studying 
the defence of the mechanistic theory 
let him examine Schaefer's proofs. 

Leaving aside the dogmatism, the 
President of the Association displays 
throughout his paper, all his evidence 
is but a summary repetition of experi- 
ments, for the most part not new, and 
a most hopeful expectation that if so 
much has been accomplished since 
1828, some day the gap yet separating 
brute matter from the vegetable king- 
dom will be gloriously spanned. 

Realizing that a jarring word might 
prevent his fallacious argumentation 
from crystallizing firmly, he adroitly 
avoids a clash by ignoring the oppos- 
ing views of great biologists, the 



world over, who directly contradict 
him. 

But to return to the historical de- 
velopment of this subject. No discord- 
ant note was heard in the chorus of 
zoologists who supported the Carte- 
sian philosophy of life until the last 
quarter of the nineteenth century. 
That was a time when discontent 
openly displayed its grim visage and 
seemed to spread discord by some sort 
of contagion. The biologists were not 
immune; and when "infected" invaria- 
bly expressed a certain anxiety about 
the deficiencies of the physico-chemi- 
cal theory of life. The leaders of that 
school of biologists who defended this 
theory were alarmed, but met the dif- 
ficulty by a skillful expectant treat- 
ment. Various soothing syrups, suit- 
ably flavored to please the tastes of 
the "infected," were able to control the 
desire to ask questions and to clamor. 
In the meantime excellent work was 
being done in many laboratories to de- 
termine something of the nature of 
internal secretion in cellular struc- 
tures and to investigate the process of 
repair in wounds. The data thus ob- 
tained were adding complexities to ac- 
knowledged difficulties for the me- 
chanistic school. 

Finally the discontent with accept- 
ed explanations for all these newer 
phenomena could not be controlled, 
Haeckel was at that time the 
"buddha" of the monist cult, and 
gives some interesting observations 
taken from the top of his pedestal : 
"Very recently this ancient phantom 



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of a mystic vital force which seemed 
to be effectually banished, has again 
appeared ; a number of distinguished 
biologists have attempted to reintro- 
duce it under another name." 

What follows explains why these 
gentlemen thought it necessary to re- 
introduce an old theory under a new 
form. Experimental morphology is a 
new line of biological research, and 
has opened before experimentalists 
new fields of labor and provides effi- 
cient means for producing very won- 
derful results. 

It has increased the importance of 
the cell in the biological world, and 
Prof. Wilson of Columbia but voices 
the conviction of all when he writes 
that ; "the cell is the key to all ulti- 
mate biological problems." 

Embryologists have been searching 
cells for something that would explain 
certain facts of heredity, and as they 
searched it became more evident that 
each little cell possesses some kind of 
autonomy. 

If that is true then Harvey and oth- 
ers who held the theory of "epi- 
genesis" were not mistaken. Up to 
recent times "preformation" or "pre- 
delineation" were preferred to the old- 
er notion, which explained the devel- 
opment of an embryo as a real con- 
struction of new parts. 

Hertwig and Driesch are the most 
distinguished advocates of the old the- 
ory among the modern investigators. 
Reinke certainly favors it, even if he 
disagrees with Hertwig in some mat- 
ters. 



The theory of localized areas held 
by Conklin and Wilson openly favors 
neo-vitalism by supposing a determin- 
ing formative power in a developing 
organism. 

As Hans Driesch of Heidelberg is 
the most ardent defender of the neo- 
vitalists' contentions and one of the 
most distinguished living biologists, 
the arguments in favor of the new 
school are summarized from his 
works, but not all are enumerated 
here. According to this school 
plants and animals must pos- 
sess some form of autonomy since 
they adjust themselves to various con- 
ditions of environment. Organisms 
grow naturally when surroundings in- 
terfere considerably with develop- 
ment. A mechanism cannot adjust it- 
self to a multiplicity of variations. 

According to Weismann, — who may 
be taken as the most consistent de- 
fender of mechanistic notions, — every 
organ is predetermined in the primary 
cell before development takes place. 
Thousands of determinants may be re- 
quired, but he believes that they must 
be in existence. Each of them de- 
velops some part of an organism. 
Now it is possible to separate one cell 
of a sea-urchin's egg from the three 
sister cells when development of that 
egg is at the four-cell stage. What 
will the single cell produce and what 
will the three cells become? 

After repairing the mechanical in- 
jury due to division each unit may be 
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ganisms are normally formed, except 
that they are of dwarfish proportions. 

If the organs seen at maturity were 
predetermined how could the single 
cell, — a quarter of the original egg, — 
have determinants for a complete 
urchin? If it had not been separated 
from its sister cells it could have pro- 
duced but a portion of the entire body. 
Chemical and physical forces act 
blindly, here there seems to be evi- 
dence of design. Divide the works of 
a watch into four parts, if we suppose 
each quarter can reproduce itself it 
cannot do more; it cannot reproduce 
wheels and screws in an adjoining 
quarter not possessed by itself. Weis- 
mann thinks that nobody would find 
difficulty in conceding something like 
this, other people, however, find an in- 
explicable difficulty. 

The repair of lost or injured parts 
has become a matter of great diffi- 
culty for the "machine-theory." It is 
true that its defenders quickly present 
the "accessory germ-plasm" explana- 
tion to inquirers. This usually de- 
prives the inquisitive of their breath, 
but if one knows how to carve a 
newt's tail and how to argue from the 
scientific hacking of that member, the 
"accessory plasm" will not shock the 
respiratory center as otherwise it 
might. 

Then there is an immense number 



of facts regarding the regulating of 
functions when environment is not 
suited to an organism, which mechan- 
istic explanations cannot touch. 
Guy's Hospital Gazette has published, 
in synoptic form, the opinion of many 
European physiologists regarding this 
difficulty. 

But what of it? Has not an unfer- 
tilized egg been artificially brought to 
develop into an animal, even to sexual 
maturity? 

This indeed appears to be something 
new as well as marvelous, but very 
little search in the literature of the 
past reveals the fact that the absolute 
possibility of parthenogenesis was rec- 
ognized hundreds of years ago. In 
our day the possibility has become a 
reality, even of a practical kind, with 
a limited number of animals. How- 
ever, this is not producing life, it is 
simply fitting an ovum to develop. If 
we could make that egg from inert 
matter and then fertilize it, the case 
would be very different inded. 

Those who are most acquainted 
with these experiments do not claim 
to have produced life, some have said 
that they have hopes of doing so. 
Optimism has its own advantages but 
it does not alter facts. 

(To be Continued.) 

JAMES J. CONLON, S. J. 



THE PRODIGY 




T WAS the opening 
day of school and 
the campus was 
crowded with lusty 
young m a n h o o d. 
Lowly Freshmen 
asked questions of lofty upper class 
men, and after a brief but biting in- 
struction to lift their caps and say 
"sir," the poor Freshies were conde- 
scendingly answered. It was early 
September and the trees that shaded 
the campus from the glare of the sum- 
mer's sun were already shedding 
their leaves. Vesta had made a rec- 
ord in athletics the previous year, and 
the Sophomores and Upper Classmen 
were already gathered in little groups 
discussing this year's prospects and 
looking over the crowds of Freshmen 
for possible athletic material. 

Bert Clark and Frank Willson, the 
two star athletes, around whom an 
admiring" and attentive group had 
gathered, turned to see a huge Fresh- 
man pass. He was at least six feet 
three, built in proportion to his 
height, and next to him Willson, who 



ly the whole group was convulsed 
with laughter, for hanging to the back 
of the giant's coat was a small, thin 
fellow of pygmy size. He was being 
jerked through the crowd under the 
goodly shelter of the Freshman's 
back. He was little and sickly look- 
ing, and had an abnormally large 
head out of all proportion to his di- 
minutive body. Soon the ill-matched 
couple were lost to sight, and in the 
excitement of the opening day were 
soon forgotten. 

II. 
A FIND. 

"Say, Clark! If you are ever going 
to put your clothes away you'd better 
begin now. for the bunch will be over 
here pretty qufck and we want the 
place to look half way decent," said 
Willson. "You don't have to sit there 
and dream all night." 

"I won't, Frank," Clark answered, 
"but I was just wondering who is 
going to be stroke oar this year. You 
know no one worth while has turned 
up yet, and as I feel responsible I 



was that year's football captain and can't help worrying a little." 



considered a big man, looked diminu- 
tive. He was now pushing his way 
through a crowd and the way the 
press broke ahead of him caused a 
laugh among the onlookers. Sudden- 



Fred Clark was captain of the crew 
while his room-mate and closest 
friend, Willson, was football captain. 
They had both occupied berths in the 
crew and on the football squad for 



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the last two years. "Don't you go 
worrying, Fred, or you will — " At 
this point he was interrupted by a 
soft knocking on the door, and in an- 
swer to his "Come in," the door was 
slowly opened and into the room 
stepped the little fellow who had 
caused all the mirth on the opening 
day of school. Without waiting he 
burst into the following in a little 
weak voice : "I trust, sirs, that you 
will pardon my seemingly rude inter- 
ruption, but I assure you it is a mat- 
ter of grave importance that has 
brought me here to see you this even- 
ing." Clark turned suddenly the 
other way, and seizing a pillow from 
the lounge stuffed as much as possi- 
ble of it into his mouth, while he 
rocked back and forth in silent laugh- 
ter. Willson strove to keep a straight 
face and succeeded in asking his visi- 
tor to continue. 

"You have, it is possible, noticed 
me as a spectator watching the crew's 
practice, and I see you are sadly in 
need of a stroke oar." At this point 
Clark suddenly stopped laughing and 
looked in amazement at Willson, for 
it was supposed that no one but the 
coaches and the crew knew of this 
shortcoming. "Well," he resumed, "I 
have just the man you need, and if 
you will come with me, and do a lit- 
tle persuading I am sure this defect 
in the crew can be remedied." The 
room-mates gazed for a moment at 
one another and then simultaneously 



they seized their hats and followed at 
the heels of their informer. 

It was into nicely furnished rooms 
that their guide, whose name they by 
this time had found to be Reginald 
Rogers, led them. In one corner of 
the study the huge Freshman that 
they had seen the first day was bend- 
ing diligently over a pile of books. 
He was soon given to understand that 
his appearance the next day at prac- 
tice would be expected, and after a 
chat of a few minutes Willson and 
Clark made their farewell. 

The next day, acting on the orders 
of Clark, Joe Davis, followed by Reg- 
inald, appeared at the boat-house and 
Joe was given his try-out. "Whew !" 
said Clark, in an aside to Willson, 
"look at the chest and arm muscle.; 
on Davis. If he can use those we 
needn't worry any more about a 
stroke oar." And his surmise proved 
correct, for during practice Davis 
showed himself the superb athlete 
that he was, and even Clark admitted 
that he had never seen a better ex- 
hibition of oarsmanship. Every day 
the practice continued till the crew 
was like some fine piece of machinery 
with perfect unison and harmony ex- 
isting between each part. It was only 
now and then that the coxswain, a 
nervous chap, became the hitch in the 
crew's work. Every day with his 
large eyes shining with joy at seeing 
Davis in the crew, and his immense 
head making him look grotesque, lit- 



202 



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tie Reginald would sit on the bank 
and watch the crew's practice. 

III. 
ANOTHER FIND. 

It was about half past three in the 
afternoon, but the crew were still 
lounging about the boat house, for 
Smithson, the coxswain, had not yet 
appeared, and Clark on inquiry found 
that it would be several weeks before 
their pilot could again guide the shell. 

The river stretched for a full mile 
before being lost to sight, and was as 
smooth as glass. With the glow of 
the afternoon sun making it appear 
like some flowing mass of molten sil- 
ver, and the pleasant contrast of the 
green trees leaning out from the bank, 
it was indeed a beautiful sight. Clark 
was standing worried and perplexed, 
looking moodily into the waters, for 
it was no small calamity to miss a 
week's practice this late in the sea- 
son, when, "Pardon, me Clark," piped 
Reginald's voice, "if you have no cox- 
swain for today I can handle the 
shell. Anyhow," as he saw Clark be- 
gin to smile, "it could do no harm, 
for I've been a coxswain before, and 
at least I won't tip the shell." Clark 
hesitated a moment, and then, proba- 
bly remembering Reginald's former 
service in the matter of a stroke oar, 
said, "Very well, get ready !" And as 
he saw Reginald start for the boat- 
house he thought, "Gee, if he was any 
good, with his weight he'd be a 
peach. He can't weigh more than 
one hundred and ten, I'll bet." Soon 



they were all seated in the shell and 
heading down the river. The way 
Reginald handled the boat caused a 
hope to spring up in Clark's mind. 
"Time us for a mile, Reginald," said 
Clark. In a moment, under Reg- 
inald's guidance, the shell went fly- 
ing down the river. With an uncanny 
knowledge of just what the crew 
could stand Reginald kept increasing 
the pace till the mile was finished. 
Not once was there a slip. When the 
time was called at the finish Clark 
was astounded. It was two minutes 
better than they had done so far. 
"Here," thought Clark, "is the man 
for little me." So it was that Reg- 
inald won his position as coxswain. 

IV. 
THE PRODIGY. 

There had been a faculty meeting, 
and now that the regular business of 
that august body was finished they 
were discussing different happenings 
of the month. Professor Smith, of 
The Department of Mathematics, sur- 
rounded by an attentive group, all list- 
ening with interest to what he was 
saying. "The fellow is without a 
doubt a prodigy," he was saying. 
"Why, he answered every question I 
could put to him, and in fact showed 
me the solution to two problems that 
are being sent to all the colleges to 
be solved. Then, after astounding me 
that way, he turns about and asks me 
questions I could not answer, and 
after I had worked for a good three 
hours, he calmly shows me the mis- 



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203 



takes I'd made and works the prob- 
lems for my benefit." 

"It's just the same thing in the Sci- 
ence department," said Professor 
King. "He has absolutely astounded 
all of us. And in fact he gave me a 
hint that may lead to a great discov- 
ery." Many other similar remarks 
v\rere made by the other professors, 
and one and all hailed Reginald Rog- 
ers, (for it was he) as a wonder and 
unanimously he was called a prodigy. 

Professors Smith and King having 
left, the rest were on their way home 
discussing Reginald, when King sud- 
denly cried, "Look! It can't be — It 
isn't!— Why, Smith, it's Rogers." By 
that time the man who had caused 
this outburst, a man of some fifty 
years, hurriedly approached with 
smiling face and outstretched hand. 
"Smith! King!" he gasped. "Well! 
Well!" "And you," spoke up Smith. 
"What are you doing here?" "Just 
stopped off to see my boy and watch 
Vesta win the race this afternoon." 
"Do you know my son?" asked Rog- 
ers. Smith and King could only look 
at one another, could it be that Reg- 
inald Rogers, the diminutive prodigy, 
could be the son of the giant tackle 
of years gone by? "Surely not," 
thought they, and dismissed the mat- 
ter from their minds. They discussed 
old times, old friends and in fact 
everything that had happened since 
graduation parted them many years 
ago. 

That afternoon the three of them. 
Smith, King and Rogers were guests 



on the finish-judge's launch. Long 
before the race started the river was 
a floating mass of gaily bedecked 
craft of every sort from the rowboat 
to some old graduate's steam yacht. 
Gay voices sounded over the waters, 
and now and then blood-stirrins" 

o 

cheers were hurled defiantly to the 
breezes by the opposing contingents. 
A flush slowly mounted in Rogers' 
cheeks. Once again he was Rogers 
of by-gone days with all the excite- 
ment of the race shining from his 
eyes. He shut out the scene before 
him, and again he could imagine him- 
self the old athlete out on the field 
waiting for the game to begin. His 
eyes for a moment were misty, but he 
was recalled to the present by the 
cry, "Here they come," and he looked 
up the river to see the boats neck and 
neck, rounding the turn. "Was Glad- 
stone forging ahead?" "No! It 
couldn't be," and before he knew it 
the old man was going through the 
motions of the oarsmen, pulling, pull- 
ing, as he had pulled for Vesta in by- 
gone days. The boats were near 
now, when suddenly from the crowd 
of boats that had been lined along the 
shore to clear a lane for the shells, a 
big launch disentangled itself and 
drifted into the course of the racing 
crews. Now it was in Gladstone's 
course, and then, slowly but surely, 
drifted into Vesta's. On and on came 
the shells, leaving an open course for 
Gladstone and blocking Vesta. If 
Vesta was forced to turn aside many 
precious lengths would be lost that 



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could not be regained at this stage of 
the race. "What was that fool cox- 
swain doing, was he going to hit the 
launch dead on?" thought Rogers. 
"Would he lose his nerve?" With- 
out a moment's hesitation the cox- 
swain for Vesta was cutting in be- 
tween the bank and the drifting boat. 
"Would he make it? No!" The shell 
would be jammed in between the 
shore and the launch. Straight as an 
arrow, without decreasing the pace, 
the coxswain headed for the opening. 
A fighting chance and that was all. 
Now the prow of the shell was 
through and now, ah! a long drawn 
sigh of relief went up from the shores 
and a yell from the spectators rose 
booming over the waters for "Vesta's 
Coxswain." Slowly did Gladstone 
drop behind. Then came the final 
spurt from Gladstone, but up went 
Vesta's stroke and they held the lead, 
shooting over the line winners by half 
a length. 

V. 

A SURPRISE. 

A cry from Rogers as the shell 
drew near the judges' launch caused 
Smith and King nearly to collapse. 
"My boy," shouted Rogers, as Reg- 



inald stepped aboard. Over the water 
came rolling six loud cheers for Reg- 
inald Rogers. All the father could do 
was to swallow once or twice and to 
brush quickly from his face the large 
tears of joy that filled his eyes. As 
soon as Reginald had gone below he 
turned to Smith and said, "Why 
didn't you tell me, Smith?" But 
Smith, with a ready smile, answered, 
"Why we kept it as a surprise for you, 
Rogers," giving King at the same 
time a vigorous kick in the shins. 

Long did Rogers lay awake that 
night and dream with joy over the 
events of the day. Many were the 
praises of his son that he had over- 
heard. His son had been the cause 
of Vesta's victory. The son, whom 
he had often wished, could have been 
the athlete that he once was. 

The following day Clark, Willson, 
Davis and Reginald went down to the 
station to see Mr. Rogers off. When 
the train was leaving Rogers looked 
down from the observation car to see 
his diminutive son flanked on each 
side by splendid athletes, but as the 
train pulled out the pride of a father 
glistened in his eyes. 

GEORGE A. RAGAN. 



TO RIGHT REV. EDWARD J. HANNA, D. D., 

AUXILIARY BISHOP OF SAN FRANCISCO 



Prince of the church, St. Edward's son! 
From triumphs in the land afar. 
Triumphs that have nor blight nor scar. 

Triumphs of Christian duty done, 

Triumphs of faith and love divine — 
To triumphs in the newer land 
Along Balboa's storied strand. 

Fulfilling here the Lord's design, — 

We bid thee welcome, o'er and o'er, 
A welcome from our heart of hearts, 
Deeper than spoken word imparts. 

To Portola's gold-broidered shore ! 

Where Serra's cross defying Time, 
Reflecting heaven's effulgent beams, 
In silent benediction gleams. 

Or mutely preaches truth sublime, — 

Where Padre Santo spread the light 
The groping heathen tribes among. 
Till praise to God the Indian sung 

And faith set free the slaves of Night, — 

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206 THE REDWOOD. 

Where chiming hells, from dome-shaped towers — 
Bells sweet with mother-tales of Spain, 
Awoke the cloister's matin-strain 
O'er sunbaked walls half -screened with flowers; — 

Where Paradise once bloomed anew, 
Till avarice of godless men 
Seized flock, and herd, and land, and then 
Strew ashes where the roses grew; — 

Wliere Nobili, the black-robed sage, 
Like Nehemiah, o'er a scene 
Of ruin grown with mosses green, 

Built broadly for the later age, — 

Both Santa Clara, grateful heir 
Of Santo Serra, Nobili, 
Breathe, in their spirit unto thee, 

St. Edward's son, a welcome fair! 

We know thy gifts, ive prize thy fame, 
We know the tablets thou hast wroiight. 
Thy potent voice, thy master-thought, 
The virtues that enwreathe thy naine. 

The word we breathe but ill imparts 
The spirit in which thee we hold! 
Receive a welcome all of gold 

From Santa Clara's heart of hearts. 

CHAS. D. SOUTH. 



LATEST ADVANCES IN WEATHER FORECASTING 




HE sunspot is not yet 
fully understood, nor 
m e t e o r o logy, nor 
planetary i n f luence, 
nor elect romagnet- 
ism. However, much 
we may imagine we know about these 
subjects, no well-trained mind can 
deny that much more remains to be 
learned. Hence we do not feel dis- 
posed to agree with those who say 
these fields have been investigated and 
found wanting, so much so that our 
knowledge of the causes of phenom- 
ena remains in the statu quo of the old 
ignorance. Much more is now known 
of the stmspot than say, ten years ago, 
thanks to Dr. Hale of Mt. Wilson and 
his devoted and learned staff, not to 
mention others in and out of the 
United States. Meteorology, too, has 
advanced to a knowledge of causes 
undreamt of before, and our wireless 
systems of telegraphy have opened 
new avenues of indefinite progress. 
Planetary influence on both sun and 
earth has been subjected to rigid tests 
and marvellous results have been ob- 
tained. 

Hence it were but little surprise if 
at no distant date, there were a com- 
plete turning of tables. The very 
men who had been, as it were, rele- 



gated to an obscure corner and belit- 
tled as aspirants to scientific treasures 
beyond reach, will be the very ones 
that a grateful posterity will hail as 
benefactors of the race. We have spe- 
cial reference to such painstaking stu- 
dents of nature as have spent from 
ten to fifty years of their useful lives 
in tracing the complicated phaenom- 
ena of astronomy, meteorology, seis- 
mology and biology to their proxi- 
mate and ultimate causes, and yet 
have been so modest as to avoid self- 
assertion and even publicity during 
the experimental period of their pro- 
ceedings. 

Not only is the sunspot now better 
known in itself, but also in its rela- 
tion to aero-physics, the jealous de- 
partment where every man is wiser 
than his neighbor, and in which the 
total of individual wisdoms, if only 
photographed, might be exhibited as 
the picture of general unknowable- 
ness. The modest quota contributed 
by the Santa Clara University Obser- 
vatory may be described as follows : — 

As long as the period of maximum 
frequency of sunspots lasted, a desire 
for simplicity of view and result dic- 
tated that we should confine ourselves 
to a study of the western limb which 
had at first attracted our attention 



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as the scene of coincidences between 
disturbances on the sun and distur- 
bances on the earth. As a result of a 
simple but very direct investigation, 
which we have kept uninterrupted 
since the year 1900, when an 8-inch 
equatorial was installed, the three-day 
law concerning the western limb was 
found to hold generally and in conse- 
quence we published it. Of this arti- 
cle in Popular Astronomy, April, 
1911, thousands of copies have been 
distributed in America by men of note 
interested in astronomy and meteoro- 
logy, and a translation into French 
was made by Jean Mascart, then of 
the Observatory of Paris, and now Di- 
rector of the Observatory of Lyons. 

At that epoch of our pioneering, it 
sounded passing strange that the 
western limb should thus appear to be 
in direct communication with the 
western coast of the United States in 
preference to any other coast that we 
had knowledge of. And it was only 
natural that certain reflecting minds 
should put in a demurrer to what 
they called a theory, and we called a 
fact of observation, which we could 
not explain and did not care to ex- 
plain so long as the fact stood. Mean- 
while time went on and, to our great 
discomfort, the period of minimum 
frequency set in. We had been using 
the three-day law, and had tested it in 
every kind of way by issuing forecasts 
which, all in all, held for semi-month- 
ly periods. 

But during this time of minimum 
frequency there were, except on very 



rare occasions, no visible spots that 
we could, with any degree of cer- 
tainty, locate as having to be at some 
future time, within, say, three days' 
distance from the western limb. 
Sometimes there were no spots at all ; 
at other times, they were mere van- 
ishing apparitions and so, on the 
whole, the solar surface was complete- 
ly denuded. And, yet, we sorely 
wanted some sort of sun trouble in 
order to forecast disturbances on the 
earth. Past observation came to our 
rescue ; we had often noticed that 
faculae could be fairly well descried 
on the eastern limb, which on the 
way across, became lost in the efful- 
gence of central light and finally re- 
covered visibility, say within 45** or 
50° from the western limb. We had 
noticed, too, as had other observers 
often before, that the so-called dark 
spots underwent every kind of change 
in the midst of facular fields. They 
would, as it were, leap into view sud- 
denly ; become drowned the next day, 
and then float again the following 
day. Witness the little spot in the 
faculae of October 20, 1912. 

We, therefore, arrived at the con- 
clusion that a solar disturbance, once 
started, would continue until it was 
supplanted by a new one, or until it 
got a new lease of life from a new 
cause that came into play, thus mak- 
ing the old focus of disturbance the 
seat of the new one. Nodon of the 
astronomical society of Bordeaux had 
noticed the same thing. However, it 
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and note the results and observe what 
help they might bring to the forecas- 
ter. 

The experiment has so far proved a 
great success, the reality having al- 
ways corresponded to anticipation, 
and this not only with regard to the 
western limb, but the eastern limb 
also and the central meridian, both in 
front and in back. By this new dis- 
covery the task of forecasting earth's 
weather by the sun's weather, if the 
expression be allowed, becomes mere 
child's play, and the weatherman can 
plunge as deeply into the future as 
prudence may dictate. There will, 
of course, always be difficulties from 
new disturbances on the sun which 
might occur so far out of place as to 
upset the previous calculations. Hith- 
erto our limit of forecasting has been 
one month, during which, and espe- 
cially at the end of which, failure or 
success is carefully ascertained from 
the weather map. If any slips have 
occurred, an investigation immediate- 
ly follows, and it shows constantly 
that one solar disturbance had been 
overlooked or another had set in out 
of harmony with the one or the ones 
that had been used as bases of calcula- 
tion. But what is worthy of note in 
this conection, is that a recalculation, 
by the three-day law applied univer- 
sally, based on the omitted spot or the 
new one, brings a result that is en- 
tirely in harmony with the dates of 
the real meteorological events of the 
past month. 

To put the whole process in a nut- 



shell. Observe the sun. If you see a 
spot or a facula, find its heliographic 
latitude and longitude, taking the 
central meridian as the o-line. 
Roughly speaking, a spot takes 12 1-2 
days to go from limb to limb in front 
and a little over 14 days from limb 
to limb in back (synodic period). 
Or, to state the fact more pointedly, it 
takes 6 1-4 days from the eastern limb 
to the central meridian on thij side, 
6 1-4 more days from the central 
meridian on this side to the western 
limb, and 7 days from the western 
limb to the central meridian on the 
other side, and, finally, 7 more days 
from there back to the eastern limb, 
traveling at the rate of 14.4 degrees a 
day. The spot's longitude converted 
into days and combined with its rate 
of motion, will tell at once on what 
day of the month the spot will be 3 
days' distant from the central meri- 
dian on this side or that, and from 
both limbs. 

The dates thus obtained may be set 
down for the appearance of new areas 
of low pressure or storms on the 
western-most part of the Pacific 
Slope, Washington, Oregon, Califor- 
nia, Arizona. 

Further investigation of the most 
delicate kind, promises to show how 
the observed latitude of the spot may 
be utilized for telling approximately 
where the storm will strike. 

A few examples, not imaginary, but 
of actual observation, will make the 
calculation of stormy periods clear. 



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Example 1. On Oct. 17, 1912, a 
facula stood 1 day in. Hence it stood 

1 r ■ 

on 

Central front ■ Oct 22% 

Western limb Oct 28/2 

Central back Nov 4/2 

Eastern limb Nov. II/2 

Central front Nov 17% 

Western limb Nov 24 

Central back Dec 1 

Eastern limb Dec 8 

Subtracting 3 from each one ot 
these dates, we get the followmg 
stormy periods for this coast. 

Example 11. 

On October 20, another facula was 

V/2 days in. 

We have ' ' ^ 

Central front Oct. 243^ 

Western limb Oct. 31 

Central back Nov. 7 

Eastern limb Nov. 14 

Central front Nov. 20% 

Western limb Nov. 26% 

Central back Dec. 3% 

Eastern limb -Dec. 10% 

Proceeding as in Ex. I, we get :— 

October 21% to 24% 

October 28 to 31 

November 4 to 7 

November -H to 14 

November 17% to 20% 

November 23% to 26% 

November 30% to Dec. 3% 

December 7% to 10% 

Example III. 

Also on Oct. 17,the facula of Oct. 
14 stood 1% days from western limb. 
Hence : — 
Western limb Oct. 18% 



Central back Oct. 25% 

Eastern limb - Nov. 1% 

Central front Nov. 7% 

Western limb - Nov. 14 

Central back Nov. 21 

Eastern limb - Nov. 28 

Central front Dec. 4% 

Western limb Dec. 11% 

Operating as above, we have : — 

Stormy periods : 

October 22%— 25% 

October 29%— Nov. 1% 

November 4% — 7% 

November - 11 — 14 

November 18 —21 

November 25 — 28 

December — 1% — 4% 

December 8 — 11% 

In examples II and III, the faculae 
stand in such favorable positions that 
the results sensibly agree. Example 
I stands for separate storms. Accord- 
ingly, in our forecast for November, 
published on Oct. 30, prominence is 
given to the periods based on faculae 
of Oct. 14 and 20, while attention is 
also called to Nov. 1, 8, 14, 21, 28, 
Dec. 5, for either the augmenting of 
already extant warm waves or the ap- 
proach of new ones, as per Example I. 
A magnificent verification is just now 
going on, this being Nov. 5, 1912. If 
there was only one facula or spot do- 
ing service for 27 days, there would 
be only 4 storms during that time. 
But if there were several, either they 
would happen in critical positions or 
not; in the first case, the storms 
would coincide and intensify each 
other both in depth and area; in the 



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second, they would be separate and 
one follow on the heels of the other 
at distances of 1, 2, 3 days. 

The forecasts of Ex. I, II, III were 
from 30 to 40 days in advance. They 
were a strange novelty to us, requir- 
ing careful combination and segrega- 
tion. The opportunity was thereby 
offered of making a rare test and the 
result has been watched with anxious 
care. At the present date, Jan. 22, 
1913, in compliance with a request 
from Popular Astronomy, we append, 
in parallel columns, first, a list of the 
real storms, as found in the official 
Weather Chart of the United States, 
which occurred from Oct. 19 to Dec. 
5, 1912, and, second, a list of dates 
forecasted and announced from mere 
solar observation, covering the same 
period. The agreement between real- 
ity and prognostication appears to be 
so exact that the error, if any, is 
either negligeable or explicable. It all 
seems a great triumph for sunspots 
[and likewise for planetary meteoro- 
logy, since the planets are successful- 
ly used in getting the same dates quite 
independently and also in forecasting 
solar disturbances.] 

THE WEATHER MAP. 

October 19—23 

October 24 — 26 

October 29—30 

November 1 — 3 

November 5 — 7 

November 8 — 9 

November 1 1 — 15 

November - 18 — 20 

November - 20 — 21 



November 25 — 27 

November 27 — 28 

November 27 — 28 

November 29— Dec. 3^ 

December 5 — 8 

Examples I, II, III, combined and 
ordered : 

BY SUNSPOTS. 

October 19 22 

October 25 28 

October 28 — 31 

November 1 4 

November 4 7 

November 8 11 

November 1 1 14 

November 18 21 

November 21 24 

November 25 28 

November 28— Dec. 1 

November 30 — Dec. 3 

December 5 8 

The above cannot be mere coinci- 
dence, far less guesswork. 

The result of the new experience, 
briefly, amounts to this : 

There are in all 4 critical positions ; 
3 days before the solar disturbance 
reaches the western limb ; 3 days be- 
fore it reaches the central meridian in 
back ; 3 days before it reaches eastern 
limb; 3 days before it reaches the cen- 
tral meridian in front. We mean to 
say that when a solar disturbance 
reaches any one of these four posi- 
tions, a new storm arrives on the Pa- 
cific Coast, either rising from the 
ocean directly or descending from 
Alaska, or ascending from the mouth 
of the Colorado in Baja, California. 

The anomaly of the western limb 



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being alone responsible for storms on 
this coast, and, thence, over the whole 
or part of the United States, is thus 
removed and we have instead one har- 
monious whole governed by the 3- 
day law. This great fact is the solid 
foundation on which rests the claim 
made by a respectable number of seri- 
ous scientists that the connecting link 
— the causa intermedia— between the 
sun and the planets is electro-magnet- 
ism, which, while knowing no distinc- 
tion between front and back, has its 
own peculiar laws of action that set 
at naught the views of the uninitiated. 
With a view to remove a number of 
well-meant difficulties, we beg leave 
to offer the following remarks: — 

The idea that a sunspot is a cosmic 
cause, the effect of which, if any, must 
be equally distributed throughout the 
whole earth, is adhered to by many 
with the greatest tenacity. It is the 
postulate on which certain otherwise 
very estimable writers rely with full- 
est confidence when recording their 
judgments on the theory we have ad- 
vanced. Otherwise stated, their prin- 
ciple is this : — The sunspot is a uni- 
versal cause; therefore its effect, if 
any, must be universal. Hence, if it 
causes magnetic storms, earthquakes, 
aurorae boreales, atmospheric upheav- 
als, these have to cover the whole 
earth. But as they never do so, the 
inevitable conclusion follows that it 
has nothing to do with them. 

How this idea got to be so wide- 
spread and deep-rooted is hard to un- 
derstand. Possibly it may have arisen 



as certain other popular errors, now 
condemned by science, have arisen; 
viz., we generally believe the reports 
of our senses even in regard to objects 
which transcend their capacity, and 
we do not pause long enough to apply 
to them the ordinary criteria by which 
the reason tests the data of experi- 
ence. We see, for instance, how the 
sun sheds its light wherever no ob- 
stacle, intervenes; we see, too, how 
the sunspot looks down on the whole 
earth, and then the unwarranted con- 
clusion comes that, as the light pene- 
trates everywhere, so the sunspot, if 
at all efficient, must have its effect 
manifest everywhere. Unfortunately, 
this hurried conclusion belongs to the 
sensible order, and deals with an ob- 
ject with regard to which the senses 
may deceive. It should, therefore, be 
distrusted until the reason, after due 
examination, approves of their deci- 
sion. There are, of course, popular 
errors among scientists as there are 
among the common folk. It is to be 
feared that otherwise very respectable 
scientists have in the present instance 
neglected to see if their inference 
agrees with the findings of scientific 
observation. They have, in a word, 
accepted it too hastily as an axiom on 
which to base their discussion of the 
possibility or impossibility of foretell- 
ing, not only the weather but also 
earthquakes, from the presence of sun 
spots in general or in certain posi- 
tions. 

While, personally, we take no spe- 
cial interest in that so-called axiom, 



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seeing that our method of forecasting 
prescinds from it and depends entire- 
ly on the physical basis of observation 
and has nothing to do with the 
metaphysics of the case ; yet, as we 
have time and again noticed that cer- 
tain writers and speakers, whose turn 
of mind brings them to pay attention 
to the attempts we have made in fore- 
casting, show an inclination to go 
much more by that axiom than by the 
encouraging results so far achieved, 
we have thought it worth while to 
dwell somewhat upon this matter and 
offer some helpful reflections that 
may pave the way to a better under- 
standing. 

First of all, we could direct atten- 
tion to another and less doubtful 
axiom, that of the Schoolmen : "What- 
ever is received follows the manner 
of being of the recipient." 

In modern style, the mathematician 
would say, "An effect is a function of 
several variables. Its calculation in- 
volves partial deriviatives and multi- 
ple integration. In more intelligible 
language, we might put it thus, "The 
effect of a given activity on the object 
on which it is exerted depends very 
much, sometimes entirely, on the 
form, nature, situation and disposition 
of that object." 

In the light of this axiom, even on 
the admission of the universality of 
solar causation, sunspots included, it 
would not follow that the effect must 
be everywhere and equally distributed 
on the whole earth, because the re- 
ceiving subject might unfavorably be 



disposed to receive that effect, or very 
differently disposed in different local- 
ities. Those who attribute every 
weather change to purely local influ- 
ences under the general agency of the 
sun, fully understand the pertinence 
and value of this remark : magnetic 
and electrical conditions, topography, 
altitude, air distribution, moisture, 
present temperature, geological con- 
ditions, are all different. The axiom 
is well recognized in Physics in the 
law of cosines for radiant heat and the 
intensity of light. One has only to 
glance at formula 1 = ^^^ to see how 
potently the reception of solar radia- 
tion of both heat and light is affected 
by the distance and the angle of the 
receiving surface. 

In the above equation : 
I = Intensity of the effect. 
Q=Amount received, say, per sq. in. 
D=Distance of the cause. 
H= Angle between impingent activ- 
ity and the normal to the receiv- 
ing surface. 

(cf. Ganot's Physics, 15th Ed., Art. 
421 ; Young's Gen. Ast. Revised Ed., 
page 136.) 

Class-room formulae, however, 
might be questioned when transferred 
to the immensely greater laboratory 
of nature. For instance, in December 
the sun is nearly 3,000,000 miles near- 
er to us than in July. If, therefore, a 
thermometer could be properly in- 
stalled anywhere in our latitudes so 
that the receiving surface was normal 
to the incident ray, it would be warm- 
er in December than in July. Of 



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course, the experiment has not been 
tried; but if it were, we feel rather 
skeptical about the result. At any 
rate, physical science admits the 
axiom quoted, and this is sufficient 
for our purpose. 

Another idea that should claim at- 
tention is the fact that if, as is gen- 
erally done, we suppress altog'ether 
any external influence except the gen- 
eral effect of the sun upon the earth, 
and therefore fall back entirely upon 
mere local agencies for the formation 
and advance of storms, one is at a loss 
to see how particular agencies of a 
mere local character can account for 
the trans-continental and even trans- 
oceanic character of many of our ter- 
restrial storms. For instance, how 
will you explain that a big storm in 
the Northwest, say, west of Alaska, 
will descend upon the States of Wash 
ington, Oregon, California and even 
Arizona, then cross over the Rocky 
Mountains, the prairie, the eastern 
states, plunge into the Atlantic Ocean 
and finally invade western Europe, 
unless we suppose similar agencies al- 
ways of a local character are to be 
found all along the track of the storm- 
center? But an alignment of such 
purely local causes conspiring togeth- 
er to give us a storm of the above- 
mentioned sort, is not only not likely, 
but is actually disproved by the daily 
meteorological observations of the 
Weather Bureau, taken simulaneous- 
ly right along the track of all the 



storms that pass over the United 
States. The obvious inference is that 
every storm, far from being originated 
by local influences or conditions, does 
itself originate its own conditions and 
carries them along with it. The next 
inference would seem to be that a 
cosmic cause, one altogether foreign 
or external to the earth, is the parent 
of our atmospheric disturbances and 
that, general in character though it 
may be, there is some other force in 
the recipient other than a mere local 
affair which defines, particularizes, 
and localizes the cosmic force, in spite 
of any universal character that one 
may be pleased to endow it with. 

Hence one who reasons is inclined 
to wonder somewhat at the hastiness 
of those who jump at conclusions re- 
garding matters so complex and so 
recondite that they have baffled the 
many efforts of honest and laborious 
scientists of the present and past cen- 
turies. But the wonderment waxes 
immensely when we see such repre- 
sentatives of science as Profs. La- 
grange of Belgium, Gockel of Ger- 
many and Nordmann of Paris, either 
openly or covetly, declare that sun- 
spots being a general, universal, cos- 
mic cause, it is futile to appeal to them 
with a view to account for certain 
terrestrial phenomena, such as weath- 
er and earthquakes, which are always 
more or less local.* 

Relying on the apparently solid 
basis that a universal cause must 



"(Vid — Bulletin de la Societe Beige d'Astronomic No. 3, 1910. Scientific American Supplement, Aug. 17, 
1912, Le Matin, Paris, Sept. 8, 1912.) 



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needs have a like effect, they gravely 
tell us that if, by sunspots or what 
amounts to the same, critical plane- 
tary positions, it rains in Portland, 
Oregon, it should also rain in Santa 
Clara, Calif. Or, if a hurricane rages 
at Acapulco it must also rage in Cuba 
and Porto Rico. The conclusion is 
forced beyond due limit, exaggerated, 
illogical to a degre, so much so as to 
constitute a case of non sequitur. We 
are not aware that any trained me- 
teorologist or habitual observer of the 
sun in its various aspects, has ever 
dared go so great a length. 

In the third place, it might be urged 
that a 12-year experience at this ob- 
servatory has traced an invariable 
connection between sunspots, dark or 
brilliant white, with the advent of 
new storms on the Pacific Coast, and 
that as these storms are very partic- 
ular and definite as to depth, area and 
track, it follows that in virtue of the 
invariable connection just mentioned, 
either the spots themselves are partic- 
ular definite causes, or if they are 
general causes, their influence is de- 
fined and particularized by some ter- 
restrial force which is not merely 
local ; or, if it be urged that other 
storms are simultaneously started in 
other parts of the world, which a 
wider experience will no doubt prove 
to be true, yet each of them is still 
certainly definite and particular in 
depth, area and track and does not 
cover the whole earth as it is claimed 
it should, if our conclusions are true. 
The above is equally cogent if applied 



to the planets in certain definite posi- 
tions which are claimed by nearly all 
philosophical meteorologists to be the 
simultaneous causes of spots as dis- 
turbances on the sun, and of storms 
on earth as disturbances in our atmos- 
phere. 

Fourthly, the sunspots are great 
centers of magnetic force, as shown 
by the most exact and delicate ex- 
periments at Pasadena, Calif., and by 
an entirely different method at this 
observatory. But the field of a mag- 
net is very different as you pass 
around from one pole to the other. 
As the earth revolves and rotates in 
that field, every different part of it 
must be differently affected. Add to 
this the magnetism of the earth itself 
with its poles and equator and the 
various agonic and isogonic, aclinic 
and isoclinic lines which will empha- 
size the difference. Thus, then, the 
earth and the sun with its spots are 
two huge magnets and the effects of 
neither of them single or combined 
are exactly the same everywhere; 
rather, they exhibit such great and 
complex differences as to demand an 
extension of our present knowledge of 
mathematics. Now it is well known 
that the movement of certain metallic 
substances in a various and varying 
magnetic field, generates a various 
and varying electric current, and con- 
versely. It is electro-magnetism, to 
which, in all likelihood, the variations 
of our weather and seismic phenom- 
ena are mostly due, a theory support- 
ed by eminent meteorologists of the 



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most modern type and to which we 
feel greatly inclined as the only one 
that stands examination and which, it 
is to be hoped, every succeeding ex- 
periment will corroborate. 

Thus, then, the reader can see for 
himself that the axiom under discus- 
sion, that a universal cause has a like 
effect, in the sense in which certain 
writers take it when they naively tell 
us that if, by sun spots it rains in 
Athens, it must also rain in Constan- 
tinople ; or, if there is an earthquake 
in Patagonia, the whole earth must 
shake, runs amuck with physical sci- 
ence and ignores the facts of electro- 
magnetism as demonstrated by Far- 
aday, Clerk Maxwell and Ampere, not 
to mention other names of undisputed 
authority. 

Once more, people seem to forget 
that the sunspot, dark or brilliant 
white, has a sidereal period of a little 
over 25 days and a synodic period of 
a little over 27 days, and that its ef- 
fectiveness is as great on the other 
side of the sun as on this side. This 
fact repeated experiment at this ob- 
servatory has abundantly proved, 
especially during the present period of 
least frequency. Once on the field, 
the activity of a solar disturbance 
lasts very long, very likely until it is 



replaced by another or becomes re- 
vivified by the activity of some new 
heliocentric conjunction or opposition 
with or without a simultaneous quad- 
rature about the line from Jupiter to 
Saturn. Further observation will 
soon furnish a solution of this last 
mooted point. * 

On the other hand, it should care- 
fully be borne in mind that a large 
number of real storms, especially dur- 
ing the summer, in a given locality or 
country, will pass through altogether 
unnoticed. Invisibly they are mighty 
oscillations of the barometric curve, 
and sensibly only a hot wave. There 
are no clouds, very little wind, no rain, 
no electric displays and yet the very 
substance of a storm is passing over 
people's heads. We would place the 
essence of a storm in a barometric 
change above and below the semi- 
diurnal oscillation. And it may be af- 
firmed without fear of contradiction 
that there is no place on earth exempt 
from the stormy barometric change. 
Barometrically speaking, there is no 
difference or very little difference be- 
tween winter and summer; but there 
is always a seasonal difference in 
solar force, moisture, and tempera- 
ture. 

JEROME S. RICARD, S. J., 



*(Vid. Nodon, Bulletin de la Societe Beige d'Astronomic, Feb. No., 1912.) 



MONTANA JUSTICE 




ILLIAM P. WAT- 
SON, known to e^'ery 
one within a hundred 
miles of Lodge City 
as "Big Bill," found 
himself at the some- 
what mature age of forty-five. Simul- 
taneously the uncertain ties of the 
hunter's existence began to impress 
themselves upon his mind, and it was 
natural that he should cast about for 
some other means of livelihood. As 
the office of sheriff would shortly be 
vacant, he bent his energies toward 
that goal. The things that bluff, hon- 
est Bill Watson desired usually fell 
to his lot, and the coveted political 
job proved to be no exception to the 
rule. 

The first of February found Wat- 
son duly installed, and executing the 
demands of justice with laudable im- 
partiality. Barring a few drunken 
brawls and one miserable escape from 
the penitentiary, little occurred to test 
his professional ability. The sheriff 
spent the greater number of his leis- 
ure moments enthroned by the office 
stove, where he divided his attention 
between various more or less anti- 
quated sporting periodicals and the 
weather; the last being unusually se- 
vere, even for northern Montana. 

On a certain Friday morning Wat- 
son "puttered around" his office until 



noon. Then in accordance with the 
established custom, he hied himself 
down town to eat dinner at the "Pal- 
ace Cafe," and later to greet the week- 
ly stage from Fairchild's. 

When the stage, after a gruelling 
experience with huge drifts, finally 
drew up in front of the postoffice. Big 
Bill observed among the alighting pas- 
sengers a tall, angular person, who ap- 
peared somewhat agitated, and cast a 
scrutinizing glance over the assem- 
bly of loungers, until, spying Watson, 
he rushed toward him and asked hur- 
riedly: 

"Be you Bill Watson, the sheriff?" 

"That's me," replied Big Bill, some- 
what proudly. 

"Well, Pm John H. Hiener, from 
Fairchild's, an' I want you to capture 
a criminal for me !" 

"Sure thing — no trouble at all. But 
let's walk up to my office and talk it 
over first." 

The estimable Hiener had by this 
time become slightly more calm, and 
suffered himself to be led toward the 
sheriff's office, a small log structure 
adjoining the jail. 

Upon arriving, Hiener paced up and 
down nervously. Being requested by 
the sheriff to relate the details of the 
crime, he seated himself upon a crack- 
er-box near the window, and after 
coughing apologetically said : 



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"Say, by the way, sheriff, you ain't 
got about forty drops of the devil's 
best friend, that ain't being used, have 
you? I guess I'm some het up about 
this here affair." 

The requested solace having been 
consumed, he continued : 

"You see, sheriff, me and my broth- 
er, that's Pete, owns a general store 
up to Fairchild's. Well, last night, 
long about closin' time, it begun to 
snow considerable, so me and Pete 
turned in early. 

"I always sleep like a log, but Pete's 
an awful light sleeper. 'Long about 
midnight, I guess it was, he nudges 
me and says somebody's in the store. 
Now me and Pete has been keepin' 
stores around these parts for years, 
and ain't never been robbed before. 
So I tells Pete to roll over and shut 
up, and then I goes to sleep again. 

"Well, a minute later, I hears Pete 
hollerin' for help, so I grabs my old 
forty-five and turns out. I seen Pete 
an' some other feller fightin' in the 
middle of the store. Just as I come in 
this feller hits Pete a wallop on the 
dome with his gun butt, and then 
beats it out the door. I took a shot 
at him — guess I must o' winged him, 
too. I found this here gun right out- 
side the door." 

Here Hiener produced a weapon, 
which he handed to the sheriff. Then 
he resumed : 

"Poor Pete was knocked cold. We 
sent for the doctor over to Indian 
Grass. This may be the last of old 



Pete, for he sure did get an awful 
belting." 

"That sure is too bad," sympathized 
Watson, "but maybe the doc will pull 
him through. How about the robber? 
Do you know anything about who he 
was?" 

"You bet I do. When he turned 
around just before he jumped through 
th' door, I seen his face, and I'll swear 
that it was the devil's face of Jim 
Redding!" 

"Jim Redding!" exclaimed the sher- 
iff, "you don't mean the fellow that 
works a claim up on Snake Creek?" 

"That's the chap." 

"Well I'll be ; why, that fel- 
ler always semed to mind his own 
business pretty well. Say, do you 
mean Jim Redding that run off with 
Sam Burns's daughter?" 

"Yes, he's the one, all right," re- 
plied the other, somewhat nettled. "I 
tell you I seen him." 

"Well, that skunk 'ud do anything 
after that. I guess we'd better get 
busy. You roll up them blankets 
while I gather some things together." 

After a few moments the two men 
left the office, and proceeded toward 
the store. Here Big Bill purchased 
some beans, bacon and coffee, taking 
care not to omit a plenteous supply of 
"plug cut." 

Hiener was not a little gratified by 
the stir their appearance created, and 
during the better part of an hour 
which elapsed before the stage started 
on its return journey, he ambled gen- 



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ially about, addressing Watson as 
"Friend Bill," and frequently recount- 
ing his fearful struggle with the des- 
perado. 

"Did Redding get away with any- 
thing?" asked Watson, when they had 
taken their places on top of the stage. 

"Well I should say so," replied 
Hiener. "I come in before he had got 
very far, but there's a can of tomatoes 
and a side of bacon missin'." 

"Is that what you call a lot?" 

"Well, that there stuff was worth 
three dollars, if it was worth a cent!" 
Then a moment later, "Say, ain't this 
fierce weather?" 

"You bet it is," affirmed Big Bill, 
from the depths of his sheepskin col- 
lar. As no more conversation seemed 
forthcoming he lapsed into thought, 
considering the best way to bring 
Redding to justice. 

Big Bill's reasoning was simple. 
From Redding's shack to Fairchild's 
was about twenty miles, and about 
the same distance from Lodge City. 
It appeared to Big Bill that Redding, 
after having failed in his attempt, 
would look to his obscure cabin for 
sanctuary, trusting that during his 
struggle with Hiener's brother he had 
not been recognized. 

At a point midway between the two 
towns the stage line passes within fif- 
teen miles of Snake Creek. Here Big 
Bill dismounted, strapped on his snow 
shoes, waved a farewell to Hiener, and 
plunged into the hills. 

Before night Watson had covered 
five miles of heavy going. With the 



coming of darki'ess the weather abat- 
ed considerably, and after finding a 
sheltered nook he built a small fire, 
partook of a frugal meal, and turned 
in. 

According to his previous reckon- 
ing, he was now some ten miles from 
Redding's shack, and it was in this 
neighborhood that he hoped to dis- 
cover the fugitive's tracks. Several 
hours after resummg his quest next 
morning, his expectations were real- 
ized. The snow-shoe tracks were 
headed due east, in the direction of 
Snake Creek. 

Somewhat elated at having thus far 
succeeded in his mission, he paused to 
regale himself with a fresh "quid." 

"Looks pretty soft for my first job," 
he muttered, "when it comes to track- 
in' desprite criminals to their lair I'm 
the boy." 

Having delivered himself of these 
sentiments of self-approbation, he 
swung off along the trail. 

Watson felt a thrill of mild excite- 
ment as with the passing hours the 
tracks appeared more and more re- 
cent. Across broad, wind-swept 
meadows, over low, rolling hills, 
through groves of spruce and scrub- 
oak lay the dim, unending ribbon, in 
some places deep enough to show the 
impression of the toe-strap, in others 
almost obliterated. Now Watson was 
beginning to strain his eyes for a 
glimpse of his quarry. 

The cheerless gray of afternoon 
was shifting rapidly into dusk when 
the sheriff, topping a slight rise, found 



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himself on the edge of the diminutive 
valley near the source of Snake Creek. 
On the opposite side was a low, squat 
structure which Watson judged to be 
Redding's shack. And that dim form, 
staggering towards it — surely that 
was the fugitive himself ! 

Big Bill quickened his pace. It was 
with some difficulty that he overtook 
the man, but when he at last arrived 
within earshot he called : 

"Better stop now, Jim." 

The fugitive, turning, observed his 
pursuer, apparently for the first time. 
With a quick, anxious glance he meas- 
ured the intervening distance and in- 
creased his speed toward the cabin. 

Despite the heavy gloom Watson 
securely established the man's iden- 
tity in this backward glance. Jim 
Redding's small eyes, protruding un- 
deriip and flat, almost shapeless nose 
were unmistakeable. 

Watson repeated his command, this 
time more imperiously. Receiving no 
reply, he drew his gun and sped a 
warning bullet past Redding's head. 
Without turning the fugitive gained 
the cabin, stepped quickly inside and 
slipped the bolt just as Watson hurled 
his two hundred pounds of bone and 
muscle against the door. A second 
lunge served to loosen the hinges. 
Hurled on by the lust of the man hunt 
he threw every bit of his weight and 
energy into his task. The rough, pine 
barrier proved no match for his fierce 
onslaught; the door crashed in, and 
Watson found himself face to face 
with the robber. 



The cheerless aspect of the shack's 
interior immediately impressed itself 
upon the sheriff's mind. Beyond a 
clumsy table, two heavy home-made 
stools and a barren cupboard, the 
room was devoid of furniture. On the 
table reposed a side of bacon — un- 
doubtedly the one of which Hiener 
had spoken. Redding, with a tattered 
shawl — strangely incongruous amid 
the surroundings — wrapped hastily 
about his injured arm, stood before a 
low doorway, evidenly the entrance to 
a sort of lean-to at the rear. Seen in 
the gloom of semi-darkness, he pre- 
sented a menancing appearance as he 
half crouched, his haggard face con- 
vulsed with hatred ; his small, evil- 
looking eyes flashing wickedly ; and a 
knife glinting dully in his hand. 

The sheriff paused a moment. 

"This sure looks business-like," he 
muttered. 

Then addressing himself to Redding 
he said, earnestly: 

"Listen here, Jim ; you might as 
well quit — you're about all in, and it's 
a cinch I can get you. Come back to 
Fairchild's with me and I'll promise 
to do all I can to get you off easily." 

Thinking his words were taking ef- 
fect he moved a step nearer and con- 
tinued. 

"Come on now, Jim — use your head. 
Why, you're not in as bad as you 
think. Everybody knows that it has 
been a mighty hard season, and game 
sure is scarce. Now don't make a 
fuss — it won't do you any good, and 
it'll probably do a whole lot o' harm." 



THE REDWOOD. 



221 



He then moved toward the meat on 
the table, and prepared to place it in 
his pack. 

Leaping across the room like an in- 
furiated panther Redding was upon 
him, and with incredible quickness 
wrenched his gun away. Watson, 
stung into action by the shock of con- 
tact and the realization of his danger, 
freed himself from the other's grip 
long enough to secure his knife. 

The fugitive snarled savagely and 
again rushed. Big Bill seized him in 
a clinch. Round the cabin they 
rocked, overturning the table with a 
crash. A stool splintered into frag- 
ments beneath their combined weight. 
Both men struggled fiercely, silently ; 
each fighting for an opening. Save 
for their labored breathing and the 
thudding of their bodies against the 
floor and the remnants of furniture, 
the twilight stillness was unbroken. 
It seemed as though the great, dark 
wilderness watched with bated breath 
these two creatures, each fighting 
madly for the other's blood. 

Redding's strength semed inspired 
by the reckless fury of a madman. 
The sheriff put forth his most stren- 
uous efforts, knowing that the crim- 
mal, crazed by starvation and suffer- 
ing, had at least momentarily lost his 
reason, and was intent upon his life. 

The fearful exertion was telling on 
the men. Watson's superior vitality 
ultimately asserted itself, however, 
and he felt the struggles of his adver- 
sary gradually weakening. Slowly 
the sheriff forced Redding to the 



wall, and began to bend his knife arm 
back. Unable to resist the excruciat- 
ing torture, the criminal sobbed bro- 
kenly, and the knife clattered to the 
floor. He dropped to his knees, and 
crouched coweringly in the corner, ap- 
parently in a state of complete ex- 
haustion. 

Leaning against the wall, Big Bill 
paused to recover his wind. 

"Well, Redding," he remarked, 
"you certainly can make me travel 
some. I sure would hate to buck up 
against you when you're in fightin' 
trim." 

He stooped to gather the scattered 
contents of his pack, which he dis- 
cerned with difficulty in the deepen- 
ing gloom. 

At this juncture a subtle something 
warned him of impending peril. He 
half turned just as Redding struck him 
heavily. Seeing his enemy borne to 
the floor by the unexpected blow, 
Redding threw himself upon him, and 
tore viciously with his bare hands. 
The tables were turned, and Watson 
found himself battling desperately for 
his life. 

But Redding's momentary strength 
rapidly dissipated. With a herculean 
effort Big Bill threw his antagonist 
off, and pinned him to the floor. 

Watson, the embodiment of frank- 
ness and honesty, abhorred treachery, 
and Redding's vicious attack aroused 
him to deadly wrath. He looked into 
the fugitive's eyes, and saw there an 
expression of malevolence, brute- 
hatred, and sullen defiance, indefina- 



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ble in its intensity. Redding's froth- 
ing mouth began to pour forth a 
stream of curses and revilements. 
Roused to a pitch of reckless ferocity, 
the sheriff seized the knife which had 
so nearly terminated his existence. 
It flashed through the air, and — 
stopped, hovering within an inch of 
Redding's throat. 

"What's that?" demanded Watson, 
tensely. ' ! ' 

There broke upon the wan, gray 
stillness a low moan — the utterance of 
a woman in agony — and a faint, high- 



pitched wail — the wail of an infant — 
issued from the rear room. As Wat- 
son, startled, glanced quickly at Red- 
ding, he observed the look of fierce 
loathing replaced by an expression 
remarkably tender. Then a great 
light broke for the sheriff. His grip 
slowly relaxed, and the fugitive stood 
upright before him. In a low tone, 
husky with emotion, the guardian of 
the law exclaimed : 

"Say, Jim, I didn't know. Why the 
devil didn't you tell me? Shake." 

F. BUCKLEY McGURRIN. 



MICHAEL ANGELO'S DAVID 



8tay! But a moment and the pendant arm 

Will rise, the eyes flash fire ! 

But no! and still Goliath works his harm. 

Still foul his taunts as mire. 

wmld some other David come again 

With stone and sling and ire. 



A. STONE. 



BROWNING AND I 




O O K S ARE great 
friends. They never 
desert us, no matter 
what turn our for- 
tune may take. They 
are the truest friends 
of the rich and 
poor, the feeble and strong, the great 
and small, the business man and the 
scholar. The man of the world 
finds pleasure and recreation in books, 
and the student gets his learning and 
education from the same source. The 
child, just learning to read, passes 
many a happy hour with its books; 
and the oldest man, when in his last 
fleeting years of life, passes his time 
with pleasure by reading books of 
philosophy. What is more pleasant to 
a student than to sit, on a winter's 
eve, and develop his mind by ponder- 
ing over the oftentimes difficult pas- 
sages of Robert Browning's poems? 
These poems are overflowing with 
beautiful thoughts and profound 
truths ; but it requires a deal of grind- 
ing study and deep thought to glean 
the so profusely scattered pearls of 
wisdom from the dark and well nigh 
subterranean passages of the poems of 
Browning. 

Obscurity is what keeps Browning 
out of the rank of popular poets. In 
this so-called intellectual age the ten- 
dency of most people is to skim light- 
ly over a narrative, or poem, and pick 



the story, or moral, at a glance. It is 
for this reason that light, tripping 
poetry is the popular poetry of the 
hour. In Browning we have an au- 
thor who wrote very little of this sort 
of poetry; for, as he himself said, he 
"never pretended to offer such liter- 
ature as should be a substitute for a 
cigar, or a game of dominoes, to an 
idle man." He was extraordinarily 
well educated in all arts and sciences 
end that he wrote for a class of people 
as well versed as himself is easily de- 
duced from the many omissions of ex- 
planatory words and phrases found in 
his poems. These omissions make the 
poems more difficult than obscure. 
Many readers say that Browning's 
lack of grammatical frills and descrip- 
tive verses makes him obscure, where- 
as if they were only his peers in knowl- 
edge his so-called obscure verses would 
be easily understood. Of course in 
many of his poems there are many 
really obscure verses ; but most of 
them are the result of omitting parts 
of speech; for Browning's verses very 
often resemble lines of notes taken 
down on a subject which the writer 
has already heard explained. Notice 
the crowded notebook style of this 
passage : — r 

"To be by him themselves made act. 
Not watch Sordello acting each of 
them. ' ' 



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This verse from "Sordello" is, at 
first glance, not only obscure, but also 
absolutely devoid of any meaning. 
After a little study and changing of 
the collocation of the Avords we dis- 
cern that Browning probably meant to 
give this idea : — 
"To be themselves made by him to 

act, 
Not each of them watch Sordello 

acting." 
There is now a coherent thought in 
the lines, though they had to be 
changed almost entirely before the 
sense was made clear. The main fault 
of the author seems to be the suppres- 
sion of the relative, both nominative 
and accusative, and until the reader 
becomes familiar with this characteris- 
tic he will find the study of Brown- 
ing's poems both hard and unsatisfy- 
ing. A few examples are given be- 
low: 

"Checking the song of praise in me, 

had else 
Swelled to full for God's will done 
on earth." 

"The Ring and the Book." 
Which is omitted before "had else 
swelled." 

"See in such 
A star shall climb apace and culmi- 
nate." 
"The Other Half of Rome." 

"See in such 
A star that shall climb," etc., is the 
way the line should have been written 
in order to have made the sense per- 
fectly clear. There is no need to cite 



further examples for many may be 
found in "Saul" and other poems. 

In conclusion to these few words 
concerning the obscurity of Browning 
it might be said that, though he is un- 
doubtedly obscure, his obscurity is 
very often due to the lack of intellec- 
tuality of his readers. They hope to 
glean his profound and learned ideas 
of life and religion without proper 
study and thought. 

As a religious writer of poetry 
Browning undoubtedly ranks first 
among modern authors. He was an 
ardent Christian and his religious 
writings are imbued with the fire and 
zeal of his Christian faith. At times 
he seems sceptical in belief in God, as, 
in "An Epistle containing the Strange 
Medical Experience of Karshish, the 
Arab Physician," he speaks of Christ 
and His great power of healing, in 
comparison with Arab medicine-men, 
and their 'snake-stones and healing 
spiders. In the first part of this poem 
Browning seems to be trying to ridi- 
cule the Christian faith, but in the lat- 
ter part he seems to realize his error, 
for in the last lines of the poem he 
gives God 'and Christ unqualified 
praise. Though rather biased against 
the Catholic faith, he was broad-mind- 
ed enough to see that the faith was in- 
tellectually well founded; but as he 
thought in his poem, "Christmas 
Eve," it was more difficult to under- 
stand than Protestant doctrine; so he 
preferred the latter. In "Christmas 
Eve" and "Easter Day" we are con- 
veyed, by the poet, to the shrines of 



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all denominations, and he picks their 
beliefs and creeds apart for us. None 
are rejected wholly, for there are to 
him good points in all. Browning did 
not write in favor of any church, but 
the whole foundation of his belief was 
in the immortality of the soul, a Su- 
preme Being, and a reward, in Heaven, 
to the just and righteous. His idea 
was to believe some things all the time, 
rather than all things part of the time, 
and though our creeds do not chime 
harmoniously with his, neverthe- 
less his religious teachings are, 
for the most part, uplifting and 
good for the soul. Much that 
he has written about the Catholic 
church we could well wish away, as 
he was hopelessly out of feeling, and 
thus incapable of understanding it. He 
believed what he chose, not what God 
would have him believe. 

In regard to originality it may 
truthfully be said that he was one of 
the foremost of all English poets in 
that quality. What other poet ever 
strove to force his readers to ponder 
by the hour over his verses in order 
to get their hidden meaning, when he 
could more easily have filled his poet- 
ical lines with quickly discerned and 
outstanding truths? His poems were 
written, not with the purpose in view 
of soothing, or delighting his readers; 
but to disturb them, rouse their minds 
out of the rut of thought into which 
they had fallen, and transfer the slum- 
bering intellects to a realm of deep, 
and brain-enlivening study. He wrote 
not to obtain the popularity of the 



frivolous and light-hearted many, but 
to gain the respect of the deep-think- 
ing and intellectual few. 

There is little to be said in regard 
to the study of Browning by high 
school students. A deep thinker and 
highly educated man often has trouble 
understanding lines such as these from 
"Saul":— 

"God made all the creatures and 
gave them our love and our fear, 

To give sign, we and they are his 
children, one family here." 

Or as these : — 
"But when 

'Twas time expostulate, attempt 
withdraw 

Taurello from his child," 

(From "Sordello.") 

How, therefore, can young men and 
women, just starting out on the road 
of learning, be expected to vmderstand 
the poet's difficult verses, to compre- 
hend the poet's broad views, profound 
ideas and brilliant inspirations? How 
can a high school student devote the 
time required to glean the hidden 
gems of thought which Browning so 
cleverly covers up in his obscure lines? 
Here is an author whose study should 
be reserved for the last years of the 
university course, when the student is 
intellectually fit to receive the beauti- 
ful ideas which may be drawn from 
the study of his poems. 

But for all that Browning, I think, 
has helped me. Looking at him not 
as a religious teacher, for such he is 
not even to one who might go to him 



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to be taught — his uncertainty and ob- 
scurity and changefulness prevent 
that, — but as a poet, there is in many 
of his poems an outlook upon life that 
is new and stimulating There is an 
interest in the problems of life and 
their solution that appeals to one that 
hopes to solve them one day for him- 



self. The solution is not all that I de- 
sire or always approve, but I try to 
learn from what seem to me to be pal- 
pable mistakes. I think I made a 
friend of Browning and so I have 
called this essay Browning and I. 

FRANK McCABE, 4th High. 



AND THOU BESIDE ME IN THE WILDERNESS 



(Ruhaiyat) 



The jug, the look, with thee beneath the bough. 
And Life and Death naught but the winds that bhrv ? 
Sans God, sans Soul, sans Love, sans everything. 
This world were wilderness enow. 

Myself when young did wait the dawn of Spring, 

And flung aside old Winter and the ring 

I pledged her, but Life, but Death, tlie fearful whence and why. 

They set my wilderness abhssoming. 

PAUL BOOK. 



JIM GRIMSBY OF THE VALENTINE TOUCH 



lE 


1 





OB SCANLON, after 
giving his order care- 
lessly in The Oxford 
Club, picked up the 
morning paper and 
glanced at the head 
lines. Instantly a transformation took 
place on his good-humored counte- 
nance. Two or three spasmodic 
twitches of the face, and in order the 
shadows of doubt, perplexity, anger, 
and deep sorrow fell darkly upon his 
emotional countenance. The London 
Daily was held so tightly in his hand, 
that the clean white finger nails ex- 
tended sharply into the pale flesh of 
the palm. "Great God," his voice 
broke with pitiful wail upon the cock- 
ney waiter. "John cannot be dead, 
and a criminal," he added, bitterly. 
"Oh, the curs," he cried, "that would 
brand him thus." "Hi s'y sir" — 
"Enough," came from Bob, "Get my 
coat and hat." "But the 'am and 
heggs," began the servant, confused- 
ly. "Let 'em wait," yelled back Bob, 
as he rushed out seizing his coat and 
hat from the rack, and passing swiftly 
through the door. The once pleasant 
mouth now wore a worried look. Five 
minutes later saw him at the station. 
Here he hastily purchased four differ- 
ent newspapers, but the troublesome 
account did not differ save in details. 
The story read as follows : A body 



found drifting in the Thames yester- 
day was identified by the Babing Pri- 
vate Detective Agency through 
clothes and documents found thereon, 
as belonging to John Scanlon, one of 
a nefarious band of safe crackers, 
jimmy-men, etc., and said to have 
been killed by colleagues, for what 
was known as "squealing to the 
bulls." A badge bearing the inscrip- 
tion, "Royal Order of Safe Workers," 
as the criminal society was known, 
was upon his person when found. All 
who wish to identify body further 
must apply to J. H. Babing, head of 
detective agency, 450 Soho Square. 

Hence we find Bob in London, and 
as he drew near an old brown stone 
building which was distinguished 
from its brethren by virtue of an out- 
rageously insistent 'mansard, he was 
made aware that he had reached his 
destination through a gilded sign ex- 
tending overhead for one-half of the 
sidewalk. 

As he approached Bob murmured 
to himself: "And to think that he did 
it to put me through college ! No, I 
cannot believe it, I will not." But his 
sorrowful blue eyes turned to a steely 
grey under the fire of determination, 
as he muttered gritting his teeth : "If 
I ever meet his murderers !" He 
walked into the ante-room and a sour, 
expressionless individual accepted his 



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THE REDWOOD. 



card and disappeared through the in- 
ner door. The clerk's erstwhile mask 
of ap?thy dropped like a veil as he 
stood before a corpulent, sleek-appear- 
ing individual, with a fat face and nar- 
row eyes. He crouched forward, eager- 
ly, menacingly, reminding one of the 
tiger about to spring. "I thought you 
said you croaked him," he snarled. 
"Croaked who?" the man asked, in a 
perfectly imperturbable manner. 
"Why, Scanlon, of course," shrieked 
the other, fuming at his companion's 
pretended indifference. The fat gen- 
tleman, whose name was Babing, 
calmly took down a small memoran- 
dum with the word croaked written 
across the top in a horrifyingly prom- 
inent manner, when the transformed 
office boy broke out in a pleading 
tone: "For goodness sake cut it out. 
Either he or his ghost is out in the 
next room or I am going crazy." At 
this Babing whirled around in his 
seat, all the color gone from his face 
whose sickly palor was further em- 
phasized by a deep dyed mustache, 
"Wha-a-at," he faltered nervously; 
and then spying the card in his con- 
federate's hand he snatched it up. A 
ludicrous sigh, or rather gasp, of relief 
went up from some where down in his 
double chin, but the other who also 
saw the inscription on the card but 
did not express himself as forcibly, 
broke in saying: "It must be his 
brother; what shall we tell him?" 
"Slip the safe worker's stall over on 
him," returned Babing, now com- 



posed ; "it would never do for John 
Scanlon to be found alive, so we will 
have to put his brother on a false 
lead." "What," cried the other, "do 
you mean to say that you haven't 
killed Scanlon?" The fat man saw 
that he was caught, and said sheepish- 
ly : "Well, I put him in the steel vault 
underneath this building, and have in- 
stalled the latest combination safe 
lock on the door." The other looked 
with supreme contempt upon the head 
of the dishonest agency, and said with 
disgust in his tones : "Don't you know 
that, as he has the papers that will 
hang us both hidden somewhere, it 
will be good night if he ever escapes?" 
Here the fat man's patience became 
exhausted, and the air immediately be- 
came sulphurous. And what he end- 
ed up with, if coherently expressed, 
would sound something like this : 
"Do whatever you like with him, 
but for heaven's sake don't garble it. 
I will attend to the kid. Now show 
him in," he said imperatively. 

The assistant immediately, though 
reluctantly, resumed his former role, 
and returning from the sanctum said, 
complainingly, to the now very impa- 
tient Bob : 

"The chief is busy, but he says he 

will see you if" Wherewith Bob, 

unwilling to hear more, opened the 
door of the office and walked in upon 
Babing, who ordered him, gruffly, 
without looking up, to sit down. He 
then began to appear very busy, un- 
doubtedly for Bob's benefit, and after 



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about five minutes looked up with an 
oily and ingratiating smile. Bob im- 
mediately conceived a strong dislike 
for Babing, and this may be account- 
ed for -in part by his long wait during 
the foregoing stormy interview ; but 
the fawning affability of the man struck 
upon Bob's better nature as being 
incongrous with both the circum- 
stances of his case, and Babing's be- 
fore affected preoccupation. The 
shifty little blue eyes before him 
-spoke a certain nervousness which 
was inexplicable, but Bob gave up the 
puzzle and listened to the paper story 
over again, and then after many as- 
surances on the part of Babing that 
the murderers were being hunted 
down, he left the office in a sort of 
daze. 

He was proceeding in a rambling 
way along the street when he sudden- 
ly heard a subdued "Say!" directly at 
his side. Turning, he found a gentle- 
man staring at him in a manner which 
bordered almost on abstraction. 
Then, seeming to realize that he was 
causing Bob some embarrassment, he 
called a cab and saying a few words 
to the driver in'a low tone, he turned 
again to Bob. "Will you get in with 
me?' he asked. "I would like to speak 
to you, if it is to your convenience," 
he added hastily. Seeing Bob's re- 
luctance, and divining the cause, he 
smilingly said : "Do not fear for your 
purse;" and as he said this he unbot- 
toned his coat and exposed to view a 
star of the "private detective" sort, 
and to Bob's surprise he could read 



the words, "Babing Detective 
Agency," engraved on the metal. Bob 
thinking he might learn something of 
his brother, obeyed with alacrity. 

The ride which followed was passed 
in a dead silence. Bob, seeing that the 
other was eyeing him in deep thought, 
would not speak until his host opened 
the conversation, which at length the 
latter did. "Your name?" he queried. 
"Robert Scanlon, sir," said Bob, look- 
ing up. "Brother of John Scanlon, I 
presume?" he asked. "Yes, sir," re- 
plied Bob, with illconcealed eager- 
ness in his tone. The detective now 
said : "Did you ever hear about Jim 
Grimsby of the Valentine touch?" 
"Why," answered Bob, "he was the 
greatest criminal in England. It was 
said that he could open the finest time 
locks in this country by the mere 
touch of his hand ; but he has been 
dead this last twelve-month, so how 
could he have anything to do with my 
brother's death?" "He didn't," an- 
swered the gentleman. "I am James 
Grimsby." "Will you listen to what I 
have to say or leave the carriage at 
once?" Bob was so astounded that 
he just gazed upon the man with com- 
mingled feelings of awe and doubt, 
and after a pause, and remembering 
his brother, answered slowly. "I will 
listen." The stranger then hurriedly 
began as follows : "When they gave 
me up for dead I was pretty near gone. 
I was just able to cling to a spar in 
the English channel. I clung to the 
battered hulk for two days in the 
throes of a delirium, and when I 



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awoke a month later I found my hair 
to be as white as you see it now. I 
was lying very weak in the small farm 
house of an Irish peasant, who, thank 
God, had shelterd me for five long 
weeks. In admiring the simple faith 
that characterized their lives, I 
thought of my life and repented. I 
determined to do all in my power to 
stamp out criminality. After recover- 
ing from both the physical and mental 
fatigue which I had undergone, I ob- 
tained the position of detective from 
that fat spider whom you saw a min- 
ute ago, and I did not suspect at the 
time his deep rascality and duplicity 
of purpose. A little while later I made 
the acquaintance of a young police re- 
porter on the London Times who was 
about to publish one of Babing's ras- 
cally deeds, and also the news of a 
shameful murder indirectly done by 
Babing. Babing had unlawfully im- 
prisoned your brother, for the news- 
paper reporter was your brother, and 
gathering false evidence against him, 
branded him as a criminal. That very 
night he took the body of his former 
victim, placed upon it your brother's 
garments and threw it into the 
Thames. Your brother is now a pris- 
oner in a time-locked steel vault under 
Babing's house, and I was about to go 
for the police (as I learned of the 
outrage just before lunch), when I 
saw you coming from the office. As 
it is now nearing nightfall and as your 
brother may be in peril, I think it best 
to go for the police immediately." 
Bob's face was ghastly as he huskily 



asked, "Is there any ventilation in the 
vault?" "I think so, but it is very 
slight. And by the way, you may call 
me Corcoran, as none know my true 
identity." 

Nine o'clock that evening saw Bob, 
the reformed criminal, and five police 
officers within the old brown-stone 
building in Soho Square. When the 
house was stealthily searched, neither 
Babing nor his chief assistant were to 
be found. Grimsby thereupon lead 
the way to the vault and after a short 
space the ventilator was found. Bob, 
in his eagerness, called through it, and 
received in answer only a slight moan. 
He thereupon fainted, whether from 
relief or anxiety, or both, and Grims- 
by, whose face was haggard, and who 
seemed to be in deep thought, awoke 
with a start and caught him as he fell. 
When Bob awoke he found that he 
was on the outside of an awe-stricken 
group of police officers, who stood 
around Grimsby. He arose and his 
eyes started from their sockets at 
what he saw. Grimsby, totally obliv- 
ious of all around him, was kneeling 
on the stone floor, directly against the 
big door of armor-plate. The veins 
of his forehead were standing out in 
heavy purple lines, and his flashing 
eyes might well be compared with 
twin diamonds in a setting of ebony 
as they moved like bits of lighted 
charcoal in their dark caverns. 

His long tapering fingers were ma- 
nipulating the combination so slowly 
that it could scarce be seen to move, 
while his ears strained to catch the 



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dropping of the tumblers. Rembrandt 
alone could have done justice to such 
a picture. "Sandpaper," he finally 
muttered, never even changing his at- 
titude. A strip of it was handed to 
him by a perspiring Irish officer, who 
looked as if he had seen a ghost and 
had heard it speak. This Grimsby 
rubbed delicately to his finger tips, 
never even turning his eyes to it. 
When he had finished he let it float 
gently to the floor and his fingers 
again found the combination. The 
next that Bob remembered seeing was 
that Grimsby suddenly stopped, leapt 
to his feet and gave the handle of the 
door a tug. It opened to him, and as 
it did so, there was heard the whir of 
a buzzer faintly above and the scram- 
bling of feet in the corridor, and Bab- 
ing, with his assistant, their faces 
livid, burst in upon the safe-openers. 
Both were armed with revolvers, and 



Babing, seeing Grimsby, in his rage 
shot the latter through the heart ; 
while the assistant recognizing Bob, 
fired point blank at him, cursing at 
the same time after the most ap- 
proved manner of a pirate. Bob had 
no sooner heard the sickening chug 
of the bullet and the fall of Grimsby, 
then he himself experienced a sting- 
ing, numbing sensation in the flesh of 
his forearm and fell senseless to the 
floor. 

Bob gradually came to his senses 
in a darkened room, the air of which 
was heavy with the odor of drugs and 
the perfume of flowers. He heard the 
kindly voice of his brother, and felt 
his hand in a warm loving clasp, and 
murmured, "John." Then with a hap- 
py smile illuminating his features he 
fell into a deep sleep, the product of a 
recently administered opiate. 

F. W. SCHILLING. 



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A Step 
Towards a 
Money Trust 



Before the legislature 
of this State several 
bills have recently 
been introduced, ostensibly to prevent 
fraud on the part of the investment 
companies. These bills are modelled 
after the so-called Blue Sky laws of 
Kansas, and provide for a one-man 
commission, who is given full author- 
ity over all corporations, co-partner- 

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ships and companies which offer for 
sale stocks, bonds or other securities. 
It is to be the duty of the commission- 
er to examine the books and docu- 
ments of these companies (at their ex- 
pense), and if in his judgment they 
will not yield a fair return on the 
stock or bonds it will be unlawful for 
these companies to transact business. 
If on the contrary, in the personal 



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opinion of this dictator, the stock or 
bonds will receive a fair return, then 
the company may continue to exist. 
But the statement authorizing it to 
do so must recite in bold-faced type 
that the commissioner in no way rec- 
ommends the securities ! 

The result of the passage of such a 
bill may readily be imagined. Banks 
would be the sole recipients of the 
capital of the people, and the creation 
of a money trust and the furtherance 
of its plans would logically follow. 

The effective development of the 
national reserves of a country de- 
mands the use of large amounts of 
money. Such capital must be ob- 
tained through the combination of 
the assets of large numbers of per- 
sons. There are two methods by 
which this may be done: First, the 
indirect method, by which individuals 
deposit money with bankers who 
themselves invest ; and second, by in- 
vesting directly. 

The so-called money trust of the 
United States is founded upon the in- 
direct method, and its disadvantages 
are manifest. If the enterprises in 
which the funds of depositors are in- 
vested fail, the indirect depositors lose 
their money; if, on the other hand, 
they should prove a great success, the 
indirect investors do not receive their 
share of the profits, but by an unjust 
financial system their money is lent 
at a nominal rate to capitalists who re- 
ceive the real profits therefrom with- 
out any corresponding risk of loss. 

A class is being formed in this coun- 



try consisting of the stockholders of 
banks and insurance companies; they 
constitute a financial monopoly and it 
is claimed that a select few number- 
ing not over thirty-six individuals, is 
rapidly gaining control over enough 
banks to dominate practically the de- 
veloprpent of the natural resources of 
our country and all forms of invest- 
ment. 

It is the purpose of these trusts to 
have all enterprises capitalized in New 
York, and all money sent there for 
investment. The schemes to accom- 
plish their purpose are infinite, and 
are always under the guise of a bene- 
fit to the people. The present bill 
forms no exception to the rule. It is 
ostensibly designed for the protection 
of the State's countless investors, but 
in reality its object is the fostering of 
a money trust within our State and 
the furtherance of the aims of the 
money lenders who are seking to con- 
trol the entire wealth of the nation. 



Resumption Some few words of 
of Athletic ours in another de- 

Relations partment, in which we 

spoke of the possible resumption of 
athletic relations with a certain col- 
lege on this Coast as being not 
thought of seriously, have, by some 
one, we know not whom, been inter- 
preted to mean that there was a desire 
in Santa Clara to see those relations 
resumed. We said the whole affair 
was not to be taken seriously. We 
say it again. There is no wish or ten- 



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dency, desire or thought of resuming 
such athletic relations. The newspa- 
per in which we read the comment on 
our words, spoke of the bat-boy and 
the manager being at one in this de- 
sire. We have seen the bat-boy and 
we know the manager, and we speak 
out for their sakes. 

Since the dropping of athletic rela- 
tions with this college at least one 
event has occurred which can but 



strengthen us in our determination, 
and we may as well say, once for all, 
that a newspaper campaign such as 
was resorted to some years ago, and 
of which the article to which we have 
referred above, seemed to be the in- 
ception, would be the last thing in the 
world to secure the effect which those 
who would engage in it seem to de- 
sire. 





Well, we have rolled up our sleeves, 
and having an unusually long ex- 
change list before us this month, we 
have started to work. As an average 
the books are better than in the pre- 
vious semester. Perchance, it is ow- 
ing to the fact that we are now in 
the middle of the college year, and 
hence have struck our proper stride 
and have become settled in the neces- 
sary routine that is essential to good, 
serious work. This is only advanced 
as a theory, however, and is conse- 
quently to be regarded as such. 



Bowdoin 
Quill 



The first m a g i z i n e 
to be reviewed this 
month is an old and 
extremely welcome friend of ours. 
Unfortunately we have not seen it in 
some two years, yet the issue at hand, 
(though in itself rather ancient as 
magazines go), still maintains the 
standard which gave the "Quill" its 
high rank amongst college journals. 
An article which called for our atten- 
tion immediately is "A New Aristoc- 
racy." Essays on Socialism, both pro 
and con, have become quite common, in 



point of number as well as in quality, 
yet it is with a distinctly new note that 
the subject is handled in this essay, 
and hence its interest. Instead of giv- 
ing a cut and dried prosaic argument, 
the author pleads for a new aristoc- 
racy, which he believes, in an altrustic 
sense, will change society for the bet- 
ter. 

"The Winning of My Wife," is a 
clever and well worded story, the cli- 
max is approached nicely and the en- 
tire piece is well balanced. The book 
loses much, however, in not having a 
good representative poem. The de- 
partments are well written. We hope 
to see the "Quill" again during the 
coming month. 



Holy Cross 
Purple 



In the Holy Cross 
Purple for January, we 
find promise for a first 
class magazine, if they keep up the 
standard set by this issue. "Prator's," 
a sketch of some city types, is cleverly 
written, as is the story, "Five Min- 
utes." The latter has some good con- 
versation in it, and reads smoothly. 
"The Wand of Midas" is an article that 



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can neither be called an essay nor a 
story. However that may be, there is 
no hesitation on the part of the re- 
viewer to call it poor, and that is all 
that is necessary. The piece has no 
connection, fails in its attempt at wit, 
and is silly and ambiguous through- 
out. We sincerely hope that the edi- 
tor will examine such contributions 
more closely, before admitting them 
to print. 

"Drum Chapel Raw" is a Scotch 
dialect poem, well done, and finished. 
Another bit of verse, "A Fragment," 
is sincere in tone throughout and po- 
etic in expression ; we suggest that a 
less prosaic title would sound better. 
However, that is only a minor detail; 
what one desires in verse is quality, 
and if that be present he can over- 
look such small considerations. 



Purple and 
Gray 



There came into the 
Sanctum the other 
day a stranger of dig- 
nified and genteel appearance, who 
presented himself as No. I, Vol. 1, of 
the "St. Thomas Purple and Gray." 
The book is of fair size and gives 
promise of keeping up the good stand- 
ard required of all first class college 
journals. An essay on "Robert W. 
Service," the Canadian and Alaskan 
poet, is timely and well written. 
Service has been attracting considera- 
ble attention the last few years, and a 
keen, thorough, analysis of his work, 
such as this article is, should find 
ready appreciation. The verse, "Last 



Days of Autumn," is sweet in tone and 
smooth of diction, as is the first open- 
ing poem. The latter, however, suf- 
fers somewhat from an inharmonious 
meter; a bit of attention here could 
have easily improved matters. 

The story, "Jack's Dilemma," is 
prosaic in plot, and not surprising in 
climax, yet the theme is well handled 
and saves what would otherwise be a 
rather tiresome story. Another bit of 
fiction is "A Mysterious Escape." 
This has a good plot, but lacks facil- 
ity in workmanship. It is well con- 
ceived but should have been elabo- 
rated slightly. In way of departments 
the magazine is well stocked and they 
all seem to be well edited. If the 
book keeps up the work so well be- 
gun, we look for a good exchange in 
the future. Greetings from the "Red- 
wood," "Purple and Gray," in your 
undertaking. 



The Haverfor dian 
Haverfordian began the year well, 

as is evinced by the 
January number, now before us. This 
book has always been a welcome 
pleasure at our exchange desk, and 
the present issue is no exception to 
the rule. We were rather staggered 
on turning to the front page by an 
essay of statistics that closely resem- 
bled those of a patent medicine al- 
manac. However, the article, "Les- 
sons in College Statistics," is not so 
formidable as it appears, and for one 
seeking information regarding the 



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237 



number and attendance of our colleges 
the article should prove interesting. 
The story, "El Doctor," is well writ- 
ten, and deals with types known to 
us of the West. It runs nicely to a 
climax and ends well. The other bit 
of fiction in the book, "The Retribu- 
tion," is an attempt at the style of 
Charles Dickens. We can not say 
that it is a failure, for it rings true 
and partakes somewhat of the grand 
style of that great author, yet al- 
though the piece is splendidly con- 
ceived, it is somewhat overdrawn in 
the matter of realism and strikes an 
almost repulsive note in the end. We 
have noticed the author's work before, 
and although he writes well, greater 
pains should be taken by him to gain 
a deeper insight into our English 
classics, since he is a foreigner. Con- 
sidering everything the story is ex- 
ceptionally good in conception and 
workmanship ; a more thorough re- 
writing, however, would have im- 
proved the contribution. 

"Eyes," is a pretty piece of verse 
and has a running meter that is pleas- 
ant to read ; the thought is good and 
well expressed in diction and form. 

The various departments of the 
book are carefully edited, but we sug- 
gest a more detailed review of your 
exchanges. 



worth's famous "Ode on Immortal- 
ity," is a studious and careful piece of 
work that should reflect great credit 
on the author. It is not written in 
the ultra intellectual style so frequent- 
ly assumed by college essayists, but 
conveys its thought in a readable and 
pleasant manner. The story, "An 
Awful Experience," is well worded, 
but a bit amateurish in the working out 
of the plot. A more facile style of ex- 
position necessary to bring out the 
motif can be acquired by careful study 
of some French short storyist, such as 
Prospere Merimee or Coppee. 

The magazine loses considerable in 
its ensemble by lack of good verse; 
this should be attended to as it rounds 
out a volume, better than anything 
else. One good poem can atone fre- 
quently for too faulty contributions. 



Viatorian 



The Viatorian, 
- though a small maga- 
zine, is neatly and 
well edited. The essay on Word- 



"Golf and We are not in the 

Outdoor habit of r e v i e w i ng 

Sports profess ional maga- 

zines, yet on receiving the above 
named publication we decided to do so, 
since it fills a long felt want. "Golf," 
though restricted in title, gives 
monthly an interesting account of all 
sports of the better class, and besides 
this in its editorial we can read some 
pretty sane criticisms of the world's 
current events. It has a table of 
contents that ranges all the way from 
Polo to Bullfights (a fairly good arti- 
cle, by the way, but the cuts were not 
of the bull ring in Mexico City), and 
dramatic criticisms. 



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This bit of reading matter is varied 
enough for everyone, yet we would 
like to see a department devoted en- 
tirely to college athletics, as many of 
the Eastern sporting sheets contain. 
The periodical is not filled with objec- 
tionable adds, but is fresh, clean and 
breezy throughout. 



Williams' 
Monthly 



We have noted the 
excellency of the 
"Williams' Monthly" 
before, but the quality of the January 
number again commends itself to our 
attention. Particularly does its verse 
strike us, and the fiction is also good ; 
A playlet, "In the Library," is good in 
plot, but a bit too short. The main 
trouble with college play writers is 
that their work is too crowded. 

"Bravado" is a poem that read so 
nicely we reprint it below for the 
benefit of our readers. 



Space forbids a more extended list 
of reviews, but we gratefully ac- 
knowledge the following : 

"Vassar Miscellany," "Columbia," 
"Athenaeumom," "Springhillian," 

"Holy Cross Purple," "Mercerian," 
"University of Virginia Magazine," 
"Indian Sentinel," "Fordham Month- 
ly," "Xaverian." 

BRAVADO. 
She comes comes down the gilded, 

mirrored room 
Through the crowded tables' revelry, 
With an indolent languorous smile on 
her face, 



And the grace of a wind-swept fleur 

de lys. 
Her lips are as red as poppies are 
In a poppy field where the sunlight 

lies. 
Her skin is as white as the moon on 

the mist, 
There's a careless passion adream in 
her eyes. 

It is New Year's eve, there is holly, 
wine, 

Crimson poinsettas, amber cham- 
pagne ; 

Confetti and serpentine flung through 
the air. 

Drift down in a little gossamer rain. 

She passes by with her studied laugh, 

So debonair and so cavalier. 

With the ghost of a dread hid deep in 
her heart 

For the spectre she's feting — another 
year. 
— Charles William Brackett. 



The Road Beyond the Town, Mich- 
ael Earls, S. J. 

It is a pleasure to meet with the 
music and hope of Father Earls's 
verse. There are no blind hands 
stretched gropingly, for there are no 
darkness and no distrust. The ele- 
ment of pellucidity, one wishes to 
say more than the element of clear- 
ness, is everywhere, shot through 
with the light of joy and faith and 
perfect calm. It would be hard to 
match the elan of "The Bonnie 
Prince of Spring," just as one seems 



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239 



to feel freshly the lilt of the 
Sapphic measure in "The Appian 
Way." "The Road Beyond the 
Town" is caught up well by the 
envoi "The Wide World of My 
Town," and one can be sure that the 
sealed hands of such transparent, hap- 
py verse will rain rich blessings when 
they are raised to bless. 
Benziger Bros., $1.25. 



Poems, Rev. Hugh F. Blunt. 

Father Blunt has already the fame 
of a maker of verse. One could hard- 
ly read "The Last Communion Day" 
and not feel that he was looking 
through a real poet's eyes, one of the 
sort that sees beyond earthly beauty 
unto the soul. And the impression 
lasts all through one's reading, for 
there is never lacking the happy 
thought to carry one on. Father 
Blunt is always clear, direct and mu- 
sical. Were we ungraciously to find 
a flaw it would be that the music is 
nearly always of the soft, soothing 
kind, rarely of the robust and stirring 
sort that we feel lies waiting in his 
lyre. — The Rumford Pres, Concord, 
N. H. 



"UP IN ARDMUIRLAND." 

"Up in Ardmuirland" is a delightful 
book, written by the twin brother of a 
priest. It describes in a simple, inter- 
esting style the different events that 
take place in a Scottish Catholic vil- 
lage. The book is really made up of 



a series of delightfully entertaining 
character sketches of these simple-liv- 
ing Scottish folk. The characters of 
Archie, Penny, Val, Christian and oth- 
ers are very pleasing and excellently 
done. 

Each chapter of the book, we may 
say, contains within it a complete tale, 
especially the one entitled "The 
Smugglers." In it is related the in- 
tensely interesting incident of an offi- 
cer whose duty it is to ferret out all 
the distilleries in the vicinity. While 
making his way to one of these places, 
situated on a high hill, he is caught in 
a heavy snowstorm. He struggles 
along; faint and weak. Finally he 
reaches the house overcome by the 
cold. The poor agent is taken in the 
house of Davie Forbes, the notorious 
"moonshiner," and every help is given 
him. The Forbes treat him so hos- 
pitably that he thinks they do not 
know who he is. All the time, how- 
ever, they are aware of his identity. 
Donar, the agent, hesitates about ac- 
cepting the good family's generosity. 
Gratitude and appreciation for the 
Forbes' kind treatment which really 
saved his life, dissuade Donar from 
"piping" on this family. He readily 
forgives them and abandons the un- 
pleasant avocation that requires him to 
bring Davie Forbes to justice to some 
one more able to resist his generosity. 

In the chapter entitled Phenomena, 
a real ghost is introduced. Admirers 
of Poe will find this chapter very en- 
thralling. 

Throughout the whole book there 



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is a great deal of pathos and refresh- 
ing good humor. Inded the book is 
so overflowing with sunshine that we 
are really cast down and withered by 
the chill shade of the sad story of Fa- 
ther Fleming's old housekeper, Pluny. 



The story, as a whole, is very satis- 
factory and wholesome, giving a true 
insight into the happenings that oc- 
curred in the life of a parish priest, 
"Up in Ardmuirand." 

Benziger Bros., N. Y. Price, $1.25 




Initi^rBttg NotFB 




Exams. 



Soon after the re- and a good wholesome spirit was 
turn from the Xmas maintained throughout the three days, 
vacation, it became 



plainly noticeable that a new spirit 
had crept into the school. "More 
study and less play," seemed to be 
the motto of every one. Some at- 
tributed this spirit to brand new res- 



Visit of 
Bishop Hanna 



On January 30th the 
University was hon- 
ored with a visit of 
the Rt. Rev. E. J. Hanna, D. D., auxil- 
olutions, but to the wise majority it Jary Bishop of San Francisco. On 
was evident that the Exams were fast that evening he was tendered a re- 
approaching. Here and there about ception by the students. Alumni and 
the campus an isolated figure would Eriends of the University. 1'he 
be seen, diligently plying a Virgil, speakers of the evening were Chaun- 
Horace or Homer, or a lofty carefree ^^y Tramutolo, Harry McGowan, 
senior, frowning over a ponderous ^j^o delivered an ode of address, 
volume of economics. And thus it written by Mr. Chas. D. South, Mr. 
was that when the dreaded week had j p_ Sex, J. D., and Rev. Er. Mor- 
come and gone, few were caught un- ^isey, all bidding welcome to the bish- 
prepared. As a whole, the faculty re- ^p ^ Santa Clara. The Bishop then 
ports are highly satisfactory. addressed the gathering, thanking all 
for the hearty welcome he had re- 
ceived, and then spoke to the students 
When these trying as to how they might here prepare 
Retreat days had been fin- themselves to aid him in future years, 
ished we entered upon The bishop is a man of genteel ap- 
the annual three days' retreat. The pearance, amiable in disposition, but 
exercises were given by Rev. Er. D. his most striking characteristics are 
J. Kavanagh, S. J., consisting of his firmness of purpose and his deter- 
twenty Meditations. They were in- mination. He is indeed the man for 
teresting and instructive and offered his position, and fully able to cope 
excellent subjects for thought. The with any problem that may arise be- 
retreat was begun with enthusiasm fore him in his great work. The stu- 

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dents extend their thanks to his Lord- 
ship for the hohday which he granted 
them. 



Engineering 
Lecture 



On February 17th, the 
first of a series of 
lectures to be given 
under the auspices of the Engineering 
Society was delivered by Prof. Jos. L. 
Sullivan, Instructor in Descriptive 
Geometry in the College of Engineer- 
ing. The subject was "Motive Pow- 
er." He spoke on electricity, steam 
and gasoline, illustrating the facts ex- 
pounded with slides. These lectures 
promise to be very interesting and the 
society has invited several of the best 
known engineers of the West to 
speak, after the present series is con- 
cluded. 



Pres. Taft's 
Picture 



This U n i V e r s ity is 
the recipient of a 
large autograp hed 
portrait of President Taft. It is a 
very good likeness of the president, 
and bears the following inscription : 
White House — For the University of 
Santa Clara. With best wishes. Jan. 
13, 1913. Wm. H. Taft. Ad plurimos 
annos. 



The second of the 
Show three vaudeville shows 

to be given by the As- 
sociated Students was held on the 
evening of Feb. 20th. This was by 
far the best entertainment held this 



year in the auditorium. The bill was 
replete with good numbers, ranging 
from comedy to drama. 

The quartette headed the bill with 
some new songs and ditties and made 
a big hit as usual. Best, "Blondie," 
"Murke" and Askam are hard to beat, 
and they are ever welcome with their 
"barber shop harmony." 

Next in order came a skit entitled, 
"The Reformation," written by Harry 
McGowan and Percy O'Connor, and 
acted by themselves. The idea, as in- 
dicated by the title, is that a burglar 
is led to a better life by a girl, but is 
tempted to revert to his old ways by 
a former pal, who informed him that 
his fiancee had given him up. All this 
was but a lie. He learns the truth 
and gives up his plan to rob the 
church. Harry McGowan plays the 
part of the tempting crook, Percy 
O'Connor, the reformed crook at col- 
lege, and Harry Butler the landlady's 
son. It is a very good skit well acted. 

Miss Olga Slavitch, San Jose's 
most popular vocalist, treated the 
audience to some delightful classical 
solos, accompanied by Miss Helen 
Sims. Miss Sims rendered a violin 
solo, unequaled in the University's 
theatrical history. She was accom- 
panied by Miss Ethel Twohy of San 
Jose. 

The only and original Billy Hynes 
was there. He had the crowd in hys- 
terics with his favorite songs and new 
sayings, sung and told as only Billy 
Hynes can. He was accompanied on 
the piano by his son, Stewart Hynes. 



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243 



The Harmony four of San Jose de- 
lighted the audience with their new 
numbers. This quartette are un- 
equaled on the coast when it comes to 
bringing harmony forth from stringed 
instruments. 

The thriller of the evening came in 
the last number, Rodney A. Yoell's 
production of Uncle Tom's Cabin. 
There was the villain, Topsy, Eliza 
and even Little Eva. The beauty 
chorus led by J. Winston and Artison 
Ramage danced the old "Minuette" 
by request, and sang the chorus to 
Little Eva Mamsen's pathetic lyric, 
"She Loved Him Once, But He 
Moved Away," with gestures. The 
play was completed, Eliza having 
crossed the ice and Eva having as- 
cended into Heaven by means of a 
pulley, without much damage to the 
company. 

Ralph Sherzer and Gaxiola were 
there with their newest syncopated 
melodies and rag-time numbers. This 
pair are always welcome. They have 
become real favorites hereabouts, as 
was proved by the reception they re- 
ceived. 

The show was excellent and the big 
crowd left satisfied. 



Orchestra 



The University 
Augmented Orchestra. 
That is the way it 
reads on the programme. This or- 
chestra of twenty pieces, under the di- 
rection of Prof. Orion and Mr. Cun- 
ningham, S. J., was recently organ- 



ized and is providing fine music on 
all occasions. The orchestra has been 
a weakness in college theatricals in 
late years, but we have found one, at 
last, and a very good one, at that. 



The Mission 
Play of 
Santa Clara 



Rehersals are now 
on in full swing for 
the forthcoming pro- 
duction of the Mission Play of Santa 
Clara, under the personal direction of 
the author, Martin V. Merle, A. M., 
'06. The cast, with one or two minr.r 
exceptions, has been chosen and the 
preparatory work is forging ahead on 
the stage of the historical theatre at 
the University. Under the auspices 
of the re-organized Senior Dramatic 
Club, one of the oldes: organizations 
of the University, the first public per- 
formance on any stage will be had in 
the University Theatre on Thursday 
evening. May 15th, to be followed by 
a second performance on Saturday 
evening. May 17th. For those two 
performances arrangements are being 
made for special trains from various 
points to Santa Clara at reduced 
rates. Mr. Merle has been at the 
University for the past month super- 
vising the preliminary work connected 
with the undertaking, and a brilliant 
success is already assured. The play, 
dealing as it does with the American 
invasion in Caliornia in 1846, and de- 
picting the harrowing crisis the old 
Santa Clara Mission passed through 
during those exciting times, has m.ore 
than ordinary interest attached to it. 



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It will be produced in a magnificent 
way in the institution that is 
the outgrowth of one of Cal- 
ifornia's most distinguished land- 
marks, and the whole undertak- 
ing, which is for the benefit of the 
building fund of the New University, 
is entirely a labor of love on the part 
of all concerned, from the author to 
the stage hands. Three prominent 
members of the alumni, Dion Holm, 
'12, August Aguirre, '07, and George 
Mayerle, '11, will appear in leading 
parts, and from the student body of 
the University the following talent 
has been chosen : Robert Flood, Harry 
McGowan, Percy O'Connor, Frank 
Boone, Errol Quill, Daniel Ryan, 
Nicholas Martin, Edward Ford, John 
Sheehy, Miles Fitzgerald, Edward 
Ferrario, George Nicholson and James 
Lyons. To these names will be added 
others as soon as the tryouts close. 
The Senior Dramatic Club has made 
several notable productions in the 
past, among others being, The Pas- 
sion Play, by Clay M. Greene, Henry 
Garnett, by Rev. Dennis J. Kavanagh, 
S. J. Constantine, by Charles D. 
South, and The Light Eternal, by 
Martin V. Merle. 



direction of the author, Martin V. 
Merle, A. M., '06, a former stage di- 
rector of the club. The reorganized 
club is now under the direction of 
Mr. Alphonse J. Quevedo, S. J., and 
he will be assisted by the following 
competent staff : Stage Director, Mar- 
tin V. Merle, A. M., '06; Business 
Manager, Chauncy Trumutolo ; As- 
sistant Business Manager, Marco Zar- 
ick ; Press Representative, Clarence 
C. C. Coolidge, L. L. B., and Assist- 
ants ; Stage Manager, John Ahern ; 
Assistant Stage Manager, William S. 
Cannon ; Director of Orchestra, Ed- 
ward J. Cunningham, S. J., Leader of 
Orchestra, Prof. Orion ; Electrician, 
Edmund Kearns ; Assistant, George 
Stearns ; Master of Properties, Ken- 
neth Daly; Assistants, Thomas Davis 
and Claude J. Sweezy; Head Flyman, 
Guy Voight ; Assistant, Donald V. 
Traynham ; Staff Artists, George B. 
Lyle and Bert Hardy. The produc- 
tion is to be the most elaborate one 
ever undertaken by the club, and no 
expense will be spared to arrange the 
necessary scenic, costumes, music 
and electrical features. These latter 
are all in preparation. 



The Senior 
Dramatic Club 



This hist oric organ- 
ization has been thor- 



oughly r e o r g a nized 
for the forthcoming production of The 
Mission Play of Santa Clara which 
is now being rehearsed nightly in the 
University Theatre under the personal 



. The Senior Sodality 

regular meeting of 
this semester, the director, Fr. Bo- 
land, S. J., presiding. Less important 
matters having been attended to, they 
proceeded to the election of officers 
with the following results : Prefect, 



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Jos. L. Thomas ; First Assistant, Bert 
Hardy; Second Assistant, Harry Mc- 
Gowan ; Secretary, Ernest Schween ; 
Treasurer, Philip Martin ; Secretary, 
James Lyons. 



Junior 
Sodality 



On Jan. 15, the Jun- 
ior Sodality held their 
first meeting after the 
holidays for the purpose of electing 
officers, Mr. J. Vaughan, S. J., the 
Director, acting as chairman. The 
following are the officers for this 
term : Prefect, Thomas Kearns ; First 
Assistant, Mark Falvey; Second As- 
sistant, Ralph Crooks ; Secretary, Di- 
metrio Diaz ; Censor, William Bush ; 
Vestry Prefects, Richard Eisert and 
Frank Conneally; Consultors, Fran- 



cis Shilling, Leo Lucas, Thomas Con- 
neally and Raymond Mayle. 



F. Cichi 



Father Anthony 
Cichi, Emeritus Pro- 
fessor of Chemistry, 
celebrated the Golden Jubile of his 
final vows as a Jesuit on February 
2nd. Many of his old friends and 
scholars were present to congratulate 
him. The class of '81 sent a beautiful 
floral piece to their old professor. He 
is still as quick and bright as he was 
twenty years ago, and chemistry is 
yet the queen of all the sciences to 
him. He is fond of going back to 
what he calls the beginnings of chem- 
istry, forty years ago. 

JOSEPH F. PARKER. 




A Passing 
Thought 



In greeting the 
Alumni on their wel- 
come visits to their 
Alma Mater and of lauding their ef- 
forts in the world of strife, I fear we 
do not fully appreciate their worth. 
Santa Clara College was great. The 
University of Santa Clara is greater. 
The future holds more in store. To 
whose efforts are we responsible for 
these attainments? We point with 
pride to every alumnus, to the alumni, 
makers of old Santa Clara's fame. 



By the death of Arthur 
'74 Bandini, Ex. 74, of Pasadena, 

at St. Mary's Hospital, San 
Francisco, Santa Clara has lost one of 
her most devoted sons. It is consol- 
ing to know that in his last illness 
the Jesuits of St. Ignatius University 
were with Mr. Bandini, and that the 
sadness of his death was tempered by 
the fact that it came while he was 
among the friends of his boyhood. To 
his afflicted family Santa Clara ex- 



tends her heartfelt sympathy. Mr. 
Bandini was the manager of the es- 
tate of Mrs. Baker of Pasadena. He 
was the brother of John T. Gaffey of 
San Pedro, an uncle of Tracy Gaffey, 
who continues the traditions of the 
Bandini and Gaffey families among 
the students of the University of San- 
ta Clara. 



'88 



Ex. '88 


of 


visited 


the 


month. 


The 



P. A. Bernal, 

Edendale, Cal., 

University last 
Chemistry students are extremely 
grateful to him for many samples of 
minerals for analysis, obtained from 
his large ranch. 



We are pleased to hear from 
'04 Jas. V. Comerford, ex. '04, of 

Virginia City, Nevada. He is 
the Principal of the High School at 
that place. Santa Clara can well be 
proud of this son of hers, as he is 
much estemed in Nevada's educational 



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circles, but above this, his sterhng 
character and exemplary habits raise 
him still further in the eyes of his as- 
sociates and reflect more glory on 
his Alma Mater. 



On the 22nd of January, in 
'04 the Church of St. Thomas in 

Los Angeles, Miss Nita Ber- 
tha Guiol was married to Caesar Rob- 
ert Castruccio, Ex. '04. The wedding 
was a quiet one, there being but the 
members of the respective families 
and a few most intimate friends pres- 
ent. The bride was given away by 
her mother, Mrs. Narcisse Sentous. 
Constantine Castruccio, a brother of 
the groom, attending the University, 
journeyed to Los Angeles to act as 
best man. The happy couple will re- 
side at the Albion Apartments, 2674 
West Ninth street, Los Angeles. Mr. 
Castruccio was a most popular figure 
on the campus in his time, and all his 
friends join in wishing him and his 
bride a long and prosperous life. 



Dr. Chas. C. Strub, '04, re- 
'04 newed his old acquaintances 

while on a visit to San Jose. 
Dr. Strub is the proprietor of the well- 
known chain of Aveolar Dental Par- 
lors in this State. It was with the in- 
tention of establishing a branch in San 
Jose that he made the trip down the 
Valley. The Doctor, in his college 
days, was a splendid ball player. He 
"made" the first varsity ball team 
while still in the second division. 



On February 13th, the eve 
'07 of his departure for the East, 

Harry Wolters, Ex. '07, was 
tendered a banquet in San Jose. He 
goes to rejoin the New York Ameri- 
cans, having completely recovered 
from a broken ankle, injured during 
the early part of 1912-13 season, which 
he had so brilliantly begun. Harry 
coached the varsity team last year be- 
fore going East. 



Robert Twohy, A. B., '08, of 
'08 Portland, Ore., was a visitor 

on the campus last month. 
Mr. Twohy, while being shown 
through the new buildings, was taken 
into the Engineer's Library. Mr. 
Twohy, being interested in that sci- 
ence, donated fifty dollars to help the 
library. Mr. Twohy was recently the 
successful bidder on a two million dol- 
lar contract for the Canadian Pacific 
Railway. 



Mr. John W. Maltman, A. B., 
'08 was married on February 16th 

to Miss Matilda Rose Schalitz. 

The "REDWOOD" extends 
sincere congratulations, as Jack was 
business manager several years ago. 
He is now practicing law in San Fran- 
cisco. Maltman comes from a Los 
Angeles family and registered at San- 
ta Clara from that city. 



Addison Cecil Posey, A. B., 

'11 '11, whose rapid rise in the 

service of the Southern Pa- 



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cific after his entrance a few months 
ago, has been a source of great inter- 
est in the railroad world, dropped in 
lately. His appointment to the posi- 
tion of Lease Clerk for the S. P. was 
heard with great pleasure by his 
friends. It is not surprising, however, 
for Posey has all the gifts for success 
in his chosen field — talent, energy, 
thoroughness, perseverance and that 
ability for sustained hard work, which 
is more than half of genius. 



Joseph Lindley, Ex. '11, of 
'll Ontario, Cal., was recently ad- 
mitted to the Bar in Los An- 
geles, where he has begun the prac- 
tice of law. He has offices in the 
Higgins' Building, with J. Wiseman 
McDonald. 

John Wilson, also of the class of 
'11, is engaged in the study of Law in 
Los Angeles. 



All old Santa Clarans will 
'12 rejoice to hear that Judge Cur- 
tis H. Lindley, L. L. D., '12, 
is convalescent and rapidly growing 
stronger. The Judge has been quite 
ill at Saint Mary's Hospital, San Fran- 
cisco. 

Judge Lindley is the author of many 
standard works on Mining Laws and 
Water Rights, and is regarded as the 
highest authority in the West on 
those subjects. He was a pillar of 
strength in this capacity to Mayor 
Rolph of San Francisco, concerning 



that city's negotiations with the 
Spring Valley Water Company. 
Lindley is to give a series of lectures 
in his special branch during the pres- 
ent semester at this University. 



Dion Holm, A. B., '12, made 
'12 the trip from San Francisco 
to be present at the initial 
reading of Martin V. Merle's latest 
work, "The Mission Play of Santa 
Clara." Dion is in Samuel Short- 
ridge's office and is studying law at 
Hastings. 

August Auguirre, A. B., '07, also 
came down from the city for the occa- 
sion. Aug. is the proprietor of the 
Colombo Seed Company, having 
bought out his partner. 

George Mayerle, Ex. '11, who is 
with his father, the Optician, in San 
Francisco, was also present. 



Hardin Barry, A. B., '12, of 
'12 Reno, Nev., and Charles Mur- 
phy, Ex. '11, of San Jose, have 
bought a ranch near Susanville, Cal. 
The ranch is some seven hundred 
acres in extent, and not far from 
Honey Lake. They expect to make 
alfalfa their principal crop. 

Hardin and "Bob" were popular 
students and prominent athletes while 
here. Hardin's connection with the 
baseball world is known to all, while 
"Bob" distinguished himself in bas- 
ket ball. 

Their old friends wish them great 
succes in this venture. 




The continuing excellent weather 
has permited the various athletic 
teams of Santa Clara to do some good 
work, and also to take part in a num- 
ber of games. At present the base- 
ball, basketball, and track teams are 
in a condition above the average, tak- 
ing into consideration the youth of 
the season. However, there are still 
some defects to be remedied, and with 
the progression of the year we hope 
to see the gradual improvement, which 
will no doubt accompany the present 
hard work. 

The writer has had his attention 
called to accounts in the various news- 
papers, regarding the favorable pros- 
pects of Santa Clara and St. Mary's 
again meeting in baseball. But the 
newspapers did not give sufficient 
stress to the statement "that the mat- 
ter would not be taken seriously." As 
a matter of fact the rumor originated 
among outsiders, and no member of 
the Student Body has any cause for 
believing that such an agreement will 



ever be considered. In fact the affair 
is looked upon by the entire student 
body of Santa Clara in such a light 
that there will be no wish or intent to 
resume again relations in any way 
whatever. 

BASEBALL. 

The following is a list of the scores 
of games played to date: 

U. S. C. 1— Stanford 1. 

U. S. C. 3— San Jose All Stars L 

U. S. C. 1— Marines 2. 

U. S. C. 11— San Jose All Stars 1. 

U. S. C. 5— Wielands 6. 

U. S. C. 15— Agnews 3. 

U. S. C. 10— Olympic Club 2. 

U. S. C. 7— Agnews 1. 

U. S. C. 1 — Ireland's Independ 
ents 5. 

The baseball team, although feeling 
the effect of the absence of last year's 
varsity men, has nevertheless with- 
stood the drain, and the new and 
younger material is gradually work- 
ing its way to the condition where 

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they may be depended upon as fin- 
ished players. 

The pitchers are having fairly good 
success, and are receiving reasonably 
good support from the remainder of 
the team. 

However, the hitting standard of 
former Santa Clara teams is not being 
lived up to, which may be accounted 
for by the fact that a number of the 
new players have not yet got their 
footing. Although they have a good 
eye and latent ability, yet the results 
have not appeared in their initial ap- 
pearances in "fast company." 

Milburn, the new recruit, has been 
playing a good game, both in the field 
and at bat, and is aided by his natural 
quickness which he is able to use to 
advantage. 

Captain Zarick is playing in his 
usual form, and the fact that he holds 
the position of captain does not seem 
to effect his playing in the least. 

Ramage is out of the game indefi- 
nitely, and his absence will certainly 
be felt, when it comes to totalling up 
the team's batting average. 

Whalen and Noonan, two other new 
men, are making a good showing, and 
their work is being watched with in- 
terest by all the fans. 

Davis, Ybarrando, Tramutolo and 
Fitzpatrick, veterans on the team, are 
all playing excellent ball and living up 
to their former reputations. 

The fans have already been treated 
to a good brand of baseball, and have 
had the opportunity of seeing some 
well known players in action. The 



Wieland team of San Francisco had 
on their lineup such well known 
players as Egan, Swain of the Sacra- 
mento Coast League team, Justin 
Fitzgerald of Portland, formerly a 
member of the Santa Clara team, and 
now recognized as the cleverest base- 
runner in the Coast League. In the 
game with Ireland's Independents, 
such players as Duffy, Lewis, McAr- 
dle, Tennant and Spencer were seen 
in action. 

The team has yet a large schedule 
to play, and Coach O'Rourke being 
very satisfied with past performances, 
predicts a gradual improvement which 
will put his team on an equal basis 
with any which can be gathered to- 
gether in this part of the State. 

BASKETBALL. 

The basketball team, headed by 
Captain Momson, is giving a good 
account of itself. The team has made 
a creditable showing in all the games 
in which it has participated, and if 
the present work continues we can ex- 
pect no better. 

One of the best games ever wit- 
nessed on the Santa Clara court took 
place when the home team lined up 
against the Exposition Five of San 
Francisco. Although we were on the 
short end of a 25 to Z7 score, we real- 
ized the superior ability of our oppo- 
nents, especially as regarded their 
team work, which was in evidence at 
all times. 

Voight, Momson and Melchoir 
have been showing up well, but the 



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team on the whole sems to be rather 
deficient when it comes to placing the 
ball in the baskets, and efficiency in 
this line would mean a great deal for 
the success of the team. Ahern and 
Concannon, the remaining players, are 
doing creditable work, considering the 
length of time they have been in the 
game. 

The Freshman team has a schedule 
arranged and has already played sev- 
eral games. Among their opponents 
were the San Jose and Santa Clara 
High School fives, which they had lit- 
tle trouble in defeating by good mar- 
gins. 

TRACK. 

Captain Hardy has a large squad 
working out daily on the track, and 
expects to have an excellent team in 
the field for the coming meets. 

Seven track men were sent to San 
Francisco to take part in the indoor 
meet held under the auspices of ihe 
Pastime Club, and an excellent show- 
ing was the result of their good work. 

In the seventy-five yard dash Has- 
kamp won second place, but lost only 
from the fact that Gales of the Pas- 
time Club jumped the gun by at least 
two or three feet. Haskamp was also 
successful in taking third place in the 
three jump event. Kiely captured sec- 
ond place in the fifty-six pound weight 
event, and his performance in this 
event predicts for him a very bright 
future. In the seventy-five yard 
event Hardy followed close behind 
Haskamp and crossed the tape third. 



The half-mile relay was an easy vic- 
tory for the Santa Clara quartet, com- 
posed of Bronson, Best, Hardy and 
Haskamp. 

On Friday, the twenty-first, the 
same athletes will take part in the 
Olympic indoor meet, and past per- 
formances predict a reasonable share 
of the points for the Santa Clara ath- 
letes. 

The new men are showing up well, 
particularly Cuschina, in the hammer 
throw. Laine, in the broad-jump, and 
Schino, in the distances, are the most 
encouraging new material. 

Within a week or two Dad Moul- 
ton is expected to take charge of the 
track team, and then active prepara- 
tions will be under way for the im- 
portant meet with Nevada. 

With such material on hand at 
present, there should be no cause for 
alarm whenever track prospects are 
to be considered. 

NEVADA 36, SANTA CLARA 20. 

We lost the basketball honors to 
the University of Nevada in a fast 
game, on the 1st of March, the score 
of which was 36-20. The team we 
sent up was composed of the follow- 
ing: Momson (forward), Voight (cen- 
ter), Concannon (guard), Melchoir 
(forward), Ahern (forward). Substi- 
tutes: Twohy, Haskamp, Gilmore: 
Nevada's boys were; Sheehy, Pennel, 
Henningsen, Charles Smythe, Nehl, 
Settlemeyer. 

The game was well fought. The 
odds were against us in the court, in 



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the altitude, and in the necessity of 
such a journey. We can, therefore, be 
proud of the exhibition our team put 
up. Revenge will be ours next year. 
At the end of the first half the score 
was 17-8. They made a spurt in the 
second half, and left the final score 
36-20. 

The boys were given a fine recep- 
tion by the Sagebrush students. On 
their arrival at 8:50 A. M. Saturday, 
they were met by several old students 
and a delegation from the university, 
headed by the graduate manager, G. 
J. Ross. 

Among the old boys who were 
there to greet them were: Harry Gal- 
lagher, Thomas Mac Courrich, Matt 
Dronnalk and Jack Lewis. Tom Mac 
Courrich is the proud father of a 
bouncing boy. Congratulations, Tom. 
The whole team, with the exception 



of Momson, was banqueted by James 
J. Burke, an uncle of Tom Concannon, 
who plays guard on the Varsity. 
Momson, however, was the guest of 
honor at another banquet. It was ten- 
dered by the Reno High School Chap- 
ter of the H. O. Q. Fraternity, of 
which Momson was a member at the 
Fresno High School. 

The players were given a dance by 
the student body after the game, 
which only broke up when the boys 
left for the depot. Their car was side- 
tracked so they at once boarded and 
retired for the night. The members 
of the team and the student body take 
this opportunity to express their 
thanks for the hospitality of the Uni- 
versity of Nevada and Reno, 
ter of a Fraternity of which Momson 
was a member at the Fresno High 
School. 



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CONTENTS 



THE DAWN - _ _ Charles D. South 252 

SOME NOTES ON THE IDEA OF TRAGEDY - R. A. Yoell 255 

THE MAN WHO WORSHIPPED - H. R. McKinnon 258 

EL PROLOGO . . _ Martin V. Merle 264 

NEO-VITALISM - - - James J. Colon, S. J. 266 

MATER DOLOROSA - - - Frances Odevek 270 

HOPES AND THE SPRING - - J. Charles Murphy 271 

THE WAY OF THE TRANSGRESSOR George A. Nicholson 278 

EDITORIAL - _ - - _ _ 284 

EXCHANGES ------ 287 

UNIVERSITY NOTES ... . - 291 

ALUMNI .....-_ 294 

ATHLETICS - - ----- 297 




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VOL. XII SANTA CLARA, CAL., APRIL, 1913 NO. 6 



The Dawn 



I. 

The evil Spirit of the Night upraised her flag of gloom, 
And swift her sable legions rose with pennon and with plume, — 
With plumage of the raven s wing and pennons black as hate, 
From hidden caves of subtile crime, they swarmed through Ueber's gate. 
The murky banner shut from sight the beams of glon/s sun, 
While cruel darkness whelmed the Gaels, divided, spent, undone; 
And long the struggle, long the looe, since Discord's blade was drawn, 
Till night grows pale when Gael joins Gael to hail the bursting Dawn. 

II. 

7^he Boyne, which laves the fields of Meath, by Navan and by Trim, — 

The Boyne, which bore a hated name in bitter years grown dim, — 

The Boyne, through Castle-jordon sings, through Clonard to the sea, — 

It sings the coming Sunburst on St. Patrick's people free! 

It sings the pride of ancient days; it sings dissension dead; 

It sings an Irish brotherhood to Irish union wed; 

It sings old Urin s joylit face, no longer moist and wan, — 

It sings the olden land grown young at breaking of the dawn! 



254 THE REDWOOD. 



III. 



• From Malin Head to Mizen Head, the land is Erins land; 
And Ulster, in the patriot light , takes Munster by the hand. 
The chiefs and clans united stand on Irish soil once more, 
Strong as the race that bridged the sea by Antrim's pillared shore! 
The blood that flowed for William and the blood that flowed for James 
Hath mingled in the Nation s heart to quench disunion! s flames. 
The feuds are dead, the hates are fled, the Norman robbers gone, — 
The Gaelic State is marching up behind the spears of Dawn ! 

IV. 

Old Hrin smiles a welcome where the ways of Progress meet. 
Where sovereign Trade shall woo her for the riches at her feet. 
The Future's golden argosies shall gleam on Shannon s tide; — 
On Liffey's stream Prosperity s white harbingers shall ride; 
And Peace shall reap new fields of wealth in Irish hill arid vale. 
And harps shall ring and ministrels sing the glory of the Gael! 
The tragic night is flying, with its robbers and their Spawn, 
While Freedom's glittering phalanx are the lances of the Dawn ! 



St. Patrick's faith, through Erin's night, hath conquered fell Despair, 
Unscathed^ aloft her tower of might, she keeps her Beacon there, — 
The grand old Faith whose banner Christ Himself to time unfurled, 
Against whose Rock the futile seas of living death have swirled, — 
The Irish Faith, in spite of sword and gallows-tree and chains. 
Of famine-stroke and tyrant-yoke, triumphant still remains, — 
Triumphant, in the cause divine, the old Faith marches on, 
While glows St. Patrick's cross sublime, the glory of the Daun! 

CHARLES D. SOUTH 



SOME NOTES ON THE IDEA OF TRAGEDY 




GREAT grim 
woman standing 
in the drizzling 
rain, with deep- 
set glowing eyes 
and form half 
bent, neath its 
load of human 

misery. 

The thwarted hopes, the blasted 
joys, the tumbled aspirations of a 
thousand human mates who struggle 
futily against the storms of life in this 
world of great and dire opponents, all 
encompassed within that too brief 
space of time termed living. 

Grim lips, sardonic in expression, 
breasts of the milk of human agony, 
cheeks high up, and jaw hard, firm, 
implacable to all commiseration. 

A voice as of some deep-toned cath- 
edral bell mellow with the rust of ages 
in its note, and the ebb and flow of a 
dying sea resonant throughout its 

peal. 

Hands, bloody, strong, and formed 
to crush; talons fit to rend and tear 
the fabrics of our earthly joys, and 
fling them ravelled in our faces. 

Tears of scalding salt upon those 
cheeks, and ears all deaf to cries of 
pain. A figure standing thus alone 
with isolation self-imposed, and with 
the mad man's leer awaiting the com- 
ing of another day. 



This is Tragedy, queen of all dra- 
matic art. 

Light featured comedy may deal in 
quips and pranks and by diverse jests 
show wherein life is gay, but for 
truth, for those elemental passions 
which lay bare the human heart and 
expose life as it frequently is, a strug- 
gle, whose ending is as the bursting 
of a mere iridescent bubble, let me 
behold a tragedy. 

Tragedy is noble, for that which is 
noble is pure, and alone in a play of 
tragic "motif" may one see life in all 
its madness and gaze upon its funda- 
mental constituents. 

Hence no psychological manifesta- 
tion may pose as tragedy unless it 
comes unalloyed from the heart, and 
hence it is here that Tragedy gains its 
purity and nobility stripped as it ne- 
cessarily is of all sham, foibles and 
guises. 

Frequently a sex "motif" may be 
used to draw a throng to see con- 
structed upon a faulty framework a 
play posing as a Tragedy. But how 
easy to detect such a fraud. Pangs of 
the heart may be exposed and wails 
of women fill the air, but yet there is 
inwardly missing that one telling 
note which is so inseparable, without 
which a play however sad fails to be- 
come tragedy. 

Love may be the plot, and every 



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turn which that capricious passion 
takes may be dealt with; yet if there 
is not contained in the formation that 
strong undercurrent of basic reality, 
its veil of gauze is torn asunder, and it 
stands exposed, as it really is, a play 
(mayhap a good one) yet not — Trag- 
edy. 

Since all time when man has given 
expression to his muses by uttered 
words, there has been this basic, fun- 
damental constituent. Variously ex- 
pressed it may be broadly stated to 
consist of strife, conflict, and opposi- 
tion. 

Some critics have expressed their 
views that tragedy must contain a re- 
volt either against fate or some conven- 
tional dictum of the day. While this 
may be true in a certain large sense, 
yet also the submissive acquiescence 
of a strong noble nature to a force im- 
placable, yet capable of being opposed, 
has to my thinking an element of 
nature that strikes nearer the heart of 
real tragedy. Witness Lear. There a 
revolt would have been opportune, nay 
is even expected by some, yet the 
aged monarch wandering alone, for- 
saken, yet humble to his fate, is un- 
doubtedly one of the greatest concep- 
tions in a tragic way of any dramatist. 

Force and dynamic situations un- 
doubtedly increase in some circum- 
stances the power of the play, and to 
the average follower of the drama the 
more terrible they are in a physical 
sense, the more satisfactory from a 
purely subjective viewpoint they be- 
come. 



But to limit the sphere of Tragedy 
to physical action, no matter how in- 
tense, is absurd, and hence many other- 
v/ise intelligent observers of the drama 
lose in a great measure the really en- 
joyable factor in the production. 

Rather it would be better to say that 
physical action constitutes the essence 
of melo-drama, and leave as undeter- 
mined, or at least undisputed, the pre- 
cise prime requisite of tragedy, for it 
is useless to seek to sound the deepest 
part of a sea when its very confines 
are unknown. 

That the appeal of tragedy is primi- 
tive and unusual is attested by the 
ancient lineage of this species of 
dramatic art and the absolute perfec- 
tion it attained at an early stage. 

Indeed, if one is not in an argu- 
mentative frame of mind the words of 
Aristotle still may be applied with apt 
propriety to this species of dramatic 
expression. "Tragedy," he says, "is 
an imitation of an action that is seri- 
ous, complete and of a certain magni- 
tude, in language embellished with 
every kind of artistic ornament — not 
narrative, but through pity and awe 
effecting the proper katharsis of these 
emotions." 

Now in a certain free sense the 
Greek Katharsis meant any purga- 
tive that purified, hence any thing 
which cleanses and purifies the mind 
and soul is given this term, and it is 
this precise effect which he attributes 
to tragedy. 

One may, in the modern method of 
criticism, carp at this remark, and 



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257 



throw it aside as applicable only to 
the Athenian drama, and entailing the 
rythmic chorus. 

We will concede that Strindberg 
has written tragedy, but we ask if it 
is not on the strength of his deep and 
tremendous pessimism, almost mani- 
acal in its tone, that he is chiefly 
known and read. 

It is with a feeling of awe that one 
reads his works, and the cleansing 
psychological value of this spirit was 
only too well known to the ancients, 
hence the applicability of Aristotle's 
remarks, to the drama of Strindberg. 

On the other hand, in Synge one 
finds the ideal purity sought for in 
tragedy. "Riders to the Sea" is brief, 
very brief, yet it has, without any 
strain or effort, acquired those tre- 
mendous tones of pathos and great 
surges of grief which are inseparable 
from the great moments of life, and 
leave the reader in a state of awe, 
sadness and sincere commiseration. 

As one able critic has splendidly 
observed: "The pity and the terror 
of it all have brought a great peace, 
the peace that passeth understanding, 
and! it is because the play holds this 
timeless peace after the storm which 
has bowed down every character that 
"Riders to the Sea" may rightly take 
its place as the greatest modern trag- 
edy in the English tongue." 



That is the essence of the whole 
play, and it is in my mind the real 
essence of all true tragedy. Sadness 
must be present, awe may fill us, ter- 
ror may by sheer force overcome our 
spirits, yet it is from the calm, noble 
tenor of sadness that the mind on be- 
holding great events derives its pleas- 
ure. 

Some claim, with an element of 
justice in their favor, that as life grows 
more complex and civilization alters 
the relation of man to nature, those 
fundamental passions and emotions 
which form the basis of tragedy will 
cease to be and hence great perfection 
in this branch of literature will grad- 
ually deteriorate, and finally drop out 
of existence. 

How this can come to pass I can- 
not conceive. For as long as man is 
human, and pain can be inflicted on a 
human soul, the essentials of tragedy 
will be found at hand and thus only 
await the coming of the master that 
is to fashion them. 

Hence the future is bright, and as 
man advances he more ardently seeks 
for what is natural and is far readier 
to drop the artificial. His longings 
must be appeased, and it is in answer 
to this desire that sincere, natural 
and pure tragedy will come into its 
own. 

R. A. YOELL. 



THE MAN WHO WORSHIPPED 



"All that glistens is not gold ; 
Often have you heard that told : 
Many a man his life hath sold 
But my outside to behold, 
Gilded tombs do worms infold." 




D E VO N I S K 
was a landlord. 
But what was 
more, and here- 
in lies the trait 



was a miser, 
covetously and niggardly hoarding up 
his cursed rubles to the extreme grat- 
ification of his desires and the posi- 
tive distress of all who were so un- 
fortunate as to become his debtors. 
Whether it resulted from his igno- 
rance of the plight that befel his pre- 
cusor, Midas, or not, makes no differ- 
ence — Devonisk was as sordid as the 
most sordid, and Russia under Paul I 
can be justly conceded sordid. But 
to know him better. 

M. Devonisk arose early on certain 
mornings, and this was one of them. 
Though not primarily in accordance 
with his feelings as a human, he de- 
fied the cold of a chill spring morning 
in Western Russia for the sake of his 
better self, which can be acclaimed as 
Devonisk, the miser. Money "first, 
last, and always," as the saying has it. 



and we deem it, in this case, not whol- 
ly groundless to add "comfort result- 
ing therefrom, never." 

Our landlord, as we have said, arose 
early and after a few minutes' atten- 
by which we are tion to a dyspeptic stomach, began his 
to know him, he beloved rounds. Rents were due to- 
day and Devonisk's spirits waxed 
high. The larger and more substan- 
tial establishments received his first 
attention, owing to the obvious fact 
that his avarice tended more especial- 
ly to large sums than to small ones. 
With these we have no concern. But 
with the later day parties to his re- 
ceipt book, the less gold-ridden of the 
inhabitants of Bielostock, let our at- 
tention now rest. 

M. Devonisk passed unscrupulously 
from door to door through that dis- 
trict wherein he was known as mas- 
ter, the district of the poor. He 
passed, list in hand, from one dilapi- 
dated abode to another, now harangu- 
ing, now frowning, now with a forced 
smile, according as his call had gotten 
him no money, delinciuent money, or 
prompt requital. The poor received 
him with despair, but their pleading 



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259 



seldom moved the heart of their igno- 
ble "master. ' He inwardly exulted at 
his predominance, and possessed of 
such a character, our Midan friend 
knew not what compassion was. 

With but a few of his creditors left 
to be consulted, our greedy Devonisk 
stopped abruptly in front of a build- 
ing midway between two of the worse 
kept streets into which his business 
had directed him. The dwelling was 
tall, uncommon, perhaps, for such an 
ill built district, and crowded with 
families, as might be seen from the 
groups of dirty children htiddled to- 
gether here and there upon the nar- 
row stairway or street below. Land- 
lord Devonisk stopped abruptly, I say, 
in front of this abode and smiled craft- 
ily as he glanced at the narrow win- 
dow on the upper floor. 

"Be a man, Devonisk," he muttered, 
inaudibly to himself, "don't let him 
persuade you again today. If he had 
the supremacy you know what he 
would do." M. Devonisk, Russian po- 
tentate, did not know how nearly he 
spoke the truth. 

He assumed what self possession he 
could (for Devonisk half feared this 
one tenant), and ascended the stairs to 
the upper floor, reached an ill-smell- 
ing corridor and knocked sharply on 
a door that was unfailingly locked. 
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Professor Baritz had come to Bielo- 
stock some two years before, whence 
nobody knew. The first person to 
whom he had extended his apparently 



agreeable acquaintance was our miser- 
ly landlord, whose character we have 
already introduced. Upon agreement 
as to the amount of rent and the 
commodities offered by the cheerless 
apartments, the scientist took vip a 
room in the tall dirty house on the 
Rue Pietrosky. Scientist, I say, but 
not with a surety. The only evidence 
that his neighbors had to ascertain 
the quest of Baritz, consisted in the 
title which he claimed (and which he 
took pride in pasting on the upper 
panel of his door, and strange, queer 
lights that sometimes cast dismal 
flashes out from the cramped little 
window facing on the street. He evi- 
dently worked at night, for strange 
sounds resembling that of a hammer 
accompanied by these multi-colored 
flashes, awoke many a curious co- 
tenant. 

Professor Baritz never wasted idle 
moments in walking the streets nor in 
seking whatever scant amusement the 
city offered. He seldom ever 
emerged from his unhealthy habita- 
tions ; when he did it was only for the 
purpose of purchasing flimsy articles 
for the wants of his body. Certainly 
he was not employed in any project 
outside of his room, nor did he seem 
to be engaged in any active produc- 
tion within. This would necessitate 
his carrying the results of his labors 
from the house and such, apparently, 
was never the case. But it is certain 
that the professor was wrapped up in 
some mysterious work, and that 



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sums up what we are here to know of 

him. 

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M. Devonisk knocked twice and 
three times and grew impatient at the 
delay. Someone finally crossed the 
floor inside and the door half opened. 
The landlord authoritatively threw it 
wide and glowered (for he was a big 
man) upon his "victim." The victim, 
none other than Baritz, measured 
only to his shoulders, and besides was 
thin. His thick Russian hair fell in 
an entangled mass over a low, retreat- 
ing forehead that was pallid and sug- 
gestive of ill health. Eyes, deep set 
and black, spoke of suppressed anger 
and shrewdness far beyond that of 
the average Russian. Shriveled lips 
contra!cted beneath an ill-kept beard, 
while his hands nervously clutched 
and fumbled with the lower part of a 
coat the worse for wear. These thin 
hands were suggestive of manual 
labor in that the long trenched wrink- 
les were black and greasy. Besides 
they were worn and in several places 
bore scars, as of powder burns. But 
if, beyond what we have said in de- 
scribing this weird little man, there is 
one feature which stands out pre- 
eminently it was the shape of his skull 
— a retreating forehead, like that of a 
negro, but it protruded far beyond the 
neck and gave his head an oval shape 
which was, at first sight, laughable. 
It certainly was a malformation to be 
noted, this ill-formed skull, and had 
some unscrupulous "post mortem" 
fiend seen it we should fear for the un- 



known character that stood, apparent- 
ly unawed, in front of M. Devonisk, 
miser. 

"Well?" asked Devonisk, queru- 
lously. 

"I — really — have not the sum today, 
sir," answered the other, in as apolo- 
getic a manner as he could assume, 
"but if you will wait " 

"Not another week." 

"But just two days, sir." 

"Not another day," added Devonisk, 
emphatically. "Either you will give 
me the money now or leave. What 
say you, fool, have you not even ten 
rubles to give me?" 

"Not even five," answered Baritz, 
humiliated, "but if you give me two 
days more, I will pay you all — the 
twenty rubles are at my disposal, but 
simply give me time." 

"Ah," growled Devonisk, drawing 
closer to him, "do you take me for as 
big a fool as you? Listen. I came 
two weeks ago and found you like a 
whimpering cur, begging time, time — 
time — it's always time. Do you think 
that I can live on time? Money! 
Money is what I need, and money I 
will get." He fairly shoved his puny 
tenant against a door that concealed 
the inner shelves of a closet. The 
closet must have been built for clothes, 
but no clothes were there. For as the 
door gave way to the impact, De- 
vonisk saw a long row of small red 
boxes arranged, in orderly fashion, 
along the upper shelf. On the lower 
was a mass of tools and pieces of 
curved steel or iron. 



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261 



Were it not for the excitement of 
the land owner and the fact that the 
peculiar little man immediately re- 
gained himself and closed the door, 
Devonisk would have given these 
things his further attention, and he 
would have acted wisely. But his 
successful violence only spurred him 
on. He began to argue again. 

"Do you think I rent my house for 
idiots who beg for time? Is their beg- 
ging to be my compensation? Do 
you think I would even speak to you 
if you didn't owe me money? Insig- 
nificant dog," he shouted, "pay me 
now or get out of my house." The 
while he had grasped the tenant by 
his thin shoulders and was half crush- 
ing him against the wall. 

Baritz struggled a few moments 
and at last broke free. One shoulder 
hung limp and his angry features were 
contorted in pain. He slowly ap- 
proached M. Devonisk and blurted 
tremblingly, "I will — go." 

* * * 

On Upper Toynbee street in Lon- 
don a well-known Research Society, 
noted for its liberality in cases where 
the object presents a sufficient abnor- 
mality, is installed in one of the best 
offices that the street boasts. They 
are affiliated with other organizations 
of the same aims and, financially, 
never worry. Constantly on the alert 
for unheard of physical deformities 
they often give money to the one af- 
flicted before he dies for the body 
post mortem. 



On a certain winter afternoon — it 
was in November — the door of the of- 
fice of the president of this well- 
known society opened to admit a 
small, little man whose thick beard 
and low hat almost completely con- 
cealed his face. Stooping noticeably, 
and with haggard features wherever 
they could be seen, the visitor gave 
every evidence of a wound or of fatal 
lung disease. He paid no heed to the 
little grate which otherwise would 
have been welcome on a day such as 
this, but spoke immediately to the 
man at the desk. 

"I need some money," he said, with 
a marked Russian accent, "and I want 
to know if you can advance me some. 
I've not long to live." 

"I don't know whether I can or 
not," was the curt reply. 

The Russian, surmising the insinu- 
ation, took off his hat and turned his 
back, exposing the mal-formed skull. 

With a hundred and fifty pounds 
and a pledge that his body should be- 
long to the society when he died, the 
visitor pushed his way through the 
comfortable offices to the street. 
* * * 

M. Devonisk sat before a dismal 
hearth in the better section of Bielos- 
tock. His face was flushed — not from 
the slight warmth that emanated 
from the dying flames but from a re- 
cently computed account of his cursed 
savings. The eve of the anniversary 
of Christ's nativity held out no cheer 
for him. He even now was contem- 



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plating the removal from his premises 
of a family that deserved well of char- 
ity. 

A bell rings. The single servant en- 
ters and tells his master he is wanted. 
Devonisk arose from his plotting 
reverie and went to the door. A mes- 
senger, poorly clad and very excited, 
spoke between breaths. 

"Come quick — sir — someone wants 
— to see — you. Money." 

Thoroughly aroused by the last 
word De"onisk, hatless, followed his 
unknown leader through street and 
alley. Silently they hurried. The 
messenger showed signs of fatigue — 
the landlord of agitation. Curiosity, 
even in its highest degree, did not 
prompt him to propose questions, for 
were not they answered already? 
Money was the end. What cared he 
for means. 

Through the business district, — 
past the shops, through dark streets 
and lighted ones, past houses that 
were his own, and finally into that 
quarter of which no city is destitute, 
into that squalid terrestrial hell, the 
"circle" of the triple plague — poverty, 
misery and 'crime. 

M. Devonisk hesitated, owing to 
the lateness of the hour, and, for the 
first time, went near the lad. 

"Who is this person that wants to 
see me, boy?" 

"I don't know the name, sir, but it's 
urgent. Come," and he made as if to 
start. 

"How much further is it?" 

"But a little way," responded the 



boy, and they entered the narrow 
street. Through this gutter of in- 
human humanity they passed, Devon- 
isk yet curious but with all hesitation 
quelled by the words of the boy. 
Strange weird faces they met, none 
the less discomforting, till they paused 
before a dwelling of extraordinary 
mien, closely cramped between the 
adjoining walls of buildings far the 
worse for age. 

"Here," the messenger remarked, in 
answer to the inquiring look of the 
landlord, and both started up the 
stairs. Two flights, or three — Devon- 
isk was not sure. At all events, the 
boy finally stopped for a moment in 
front of a door, then opened without 
knocking and bade his companion en- 
ter. 

Devonisk promptly complied — he 
found himself in a familiar chamber 
which bore as close a resemblance to 
the "old curiosity shop" as Russian 
custom would permit. In addition to 
this resemblance, a low bed with 
blankets greatly distvirbed, as by a 
restless occupant, stood in the far 
corner. By its side, there was a top- 
pling three-leg'ged table covered with 
bottles of various medicines. Aside 
from the door by which they entered, 
there was but one more, and that on 
the side adjacent to the bed. 

While our character was observing 
these things, the boy stood still as if 
in thought. Suddenly, as if recalling 
himself, he motioned Devonisk to- 
wards this door. The latter fol- 
lowed. 



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263 



Half opening it, the lad said, "Go 
in." 

Devonisk entered — the door was 
shut behind him. He was alone in a 
mere closet, windowless, furnitureless 
also, except for a small table and a 
dim lamp under which rested a single 
piece of paper, neatly folded. He un- 
folded it and read: 

"At last, my benevolent Devonisk, 
I can repay. The twenty rubles are 
in a drawer of this table. Take them 
— they are yours. Worship them. My 



life and yours shall be the sacrifice. 
You shall never, my compassionate 
sir, leave this room. Four walls of 
steel protect you and your beloved 
rubles. Your cries cannot be heard. 
The door is already riveted forever. 
Think of me in your wretched death, 
for I shall have gone before you. May 
my hate be the bitter fruit of your 
dying thoughts. 

Prof. Karl Baritz. 

H. R. McKINNON. 




EL PROLOGO!'* 



Salud, mis amigos ! 

You will come with me back to the golden days 

Of laughter and dancing and song, — yes? 

To the days of the Missions and Padres and Dons ; — 

To the light-hearted earless and free-swung days, 

When all California was young and gay. 

And we laughed in the sun, with never a care, 

Except for, may-be, a tomorrow, — eh? 

Let us walk in the footsteps of Serra's sons 

Under the cool Alameda's shade. 

And tarry awhile in the Mission town 

Where the drowsy old-world peace and calm 

Lingers still in the echoes of yesterday. 

We will gaze once more on the turned-back page 

In history's book of stirring deeds, 

When the Gringos come and, with ruthless hand, 

Would have plucked the Mission of Catala 

And rolled it deep in the dust ! 

(The Mission bell is heard in the distance.) 
Oiga! 'tis the call of the Mission bell. 
The deep-toned bell from sunny Spain ; — 
A voice from the deep, forgotten past, 
Breaking soft and sweet on the peaceful air. 
And striking the embers of other days 
That time has unheeded and left to die 
Alone, forgotten — decayed. 

(Mandolins, guitars and singing are heard in the 
distance.) 



*The following lines are spoken in front of the curtain by a character 
known as "El Prologo", in "The Mission Play of Santa Clara", by 
Martin V. Merle, A. M.'06. 

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Oiga ! The dance ! 

Let us step it light to the rippling notes 

Of mandolin and gay guitar ! — 

Fandangos, contradanzas, too ; 

And many a kiss behind the fan 

Or a rose tossed down from the casement high, 

In the softness of the night ! 

So, come, mis amigos, come with me. 

Before the sweetness dies away. 

Step back from the present bustling life 

And dream in the past, for an hour or two; — 

Of the peace and rest that this world knows not, 

Of the days and deeds of a reign that is gone, 

Of the splendid, sparkling, idle days 

When God kissed California's cheek ! 

Come, mis amigos, come! 



NEO-VITALISM* 




L T H O U G H 
the biological as- 
pects of life are 
very important 
it would be un- 
s c i e n t i fi c to 
overrate their 
value by assum- 
ing that they embrace all that we 
know of the life cycle. Biology is an 
experimental science, and conclusions 
deduced from experiments should al- 
ways be compared with data derived 
from other sources, not that extrane- 
ous ideas may be read into the ex- 
periments, but simply to uncover dis- 
crepancies due to faulty observation 
or inaccurate instrumentation. If en- 
gineers find it not only useful, biit 
also necessary, to plot the strains and 
stresses of a projected structure 
graphically, after calculating the 
strain-sheet by formulas, manifestly 
the biologist cannot afford to be too 
sure about everything he thinks he 
has seen through the microscope. 

Hence it is necessary to glance at 
the philosophical aspects of life in 
order to have an adequate discussion 
of the theories of biology. Philosoph- 
ically considered the life cycle is in- 
explicable if living beings are but 
complex mechanisms or resultants of 
varied chemical and physical deter- 



minations. Pure reason demands 
something more than these hypotheses 
offer. Where there is a unification of 
a multiplicity of operations there 
must be a dominating principle that 
unifies. 

It is not necessary that the biolo- 
gist should know its exact nature, it 
suffices for him to recognize its ex- 
istence and not to formulate theories 
which ignore such a fact. 

That there is a unifying principle 
in living organisms is evident from 
these facts. Every living thing main- 
tains itself as a unit in the varied 
creation and some internal regulative 
power directs the functioning of 
parts excedingly complex and chem- 
ically unstable. The formation of an 
embryo is but a continuous display of 
some guiding influence controlling 
a multiplicity of processes so that a 
determined structure is formed after 
a notable lapse of time. 

Notwithstanding the physical pos- 
sibility of variance, species are kept 
distinct and monstrosities are prized 
as rare curiosities. 

All that has been said regarding the 
physiological behavior of organisms 
might be repeated here; it will suffice 
to recall it. 

As every effect must have an ade- 
quate cause, and as chemical and phys- 



* Continued from March Number. 



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267 



ical forces are intrinsically too limited 
to produce such results, we are forced 
to conclude that there must be pres- 
ent a unifying principle which vital- 
izes. That forces, as we know them, 
are incapable of producing such re- 
sults is a matter of observation. They 
are always determined, act blindly 
and uniformly. They never display 
what might be called a utilitarian 
elasticity, a readiness to accommodate 
their operations to circumstances so 
that a uniform result may be secured 
by the whole organism even under 
most unfavorable and opposing condi- 
tions. 

To cherish a hope that some day we 
may discover forces, now unknown, 
which will satisfy these conditions is 
to indulge a dream. Vitality displays 
the presence of something that has a 
simplicity of structure superior in de- 
gree to matter and force, and this 
something is the vital principle. To 
enter into more details and offer a 
number of cogent proofs would be 
trespassing on the domain of the suc- 
ceeding lecture, — "Is the Human Soul 
a Chemical Phenomenon"? 

The vitalist does not attempt to 
determine the nature of the life-giv- 
ing principle, nor is he obliged to do 
so. The physicist may declare that 
he finds a current of electricity pass- 
ing through a wire without being 
forced to describe what is electricity. 
Investigations into the nature of 
supra-material substances is not the 
subject-matter of biology, and the rec- 
ognition of the presence of a vegeta- 



tive or sentient vitalizing principle is 
sufficient to guard a scientist from er- 
rors. 

In the vegetable kingdom and in the 
world of irritational animals the vital 
spark is perishable, because it ceases 
to exist with the destruction of the 
subject. The human soul is something 
superior, it is a spiritual substance. 
This reason deduces from the nature 
of its operations and the evidence we 
have of its intrinsic capacity. 

It must have occurred to many in 
the audience that it is very strange 
that the adherents of the mechanistic 
theory do not answer these arguments 
or abandon their theory. 

Such a procedure supposes that 
logic dominates the minds of those 
gentlemen, but the supposition is fal- 
lacious. Adepts in physical science 
are very often nothing more than 
skilled technicians. Deftness in man- 
ipulation and a knowledge of a varied 
assortment of facts do not necessarily 
imply productive mental capacity. 
Specialists in biological science sel- 
dom possess that soundness of char- 
acter and enlightened sympathy with 
the complex details of life which the 
degree of "doctor" once connoted. 

The biographies of naturalists usu- 
ally impress the reader that there is 
some incompatibility between an ar- 
dent study of biological science and 
the acquirement of literary culture. 
Many, if not most, naturalists have 
lost a taste for poety before passing 
middle life and become permanently 
warped and querulous men, com- 



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pletely out of sympathy with the real- 
ities of life. The literature of these 
sciences — especially the medical — 
teem with examples of faulty reason- 
ing, inaccurate diction and even glar- 
ing grammatical blunders. Zoologists 
and botanists seldom have a knowl- 
edge of metaphysics. If they have 
read some philosophy systematically, 
the course did not extend beyond a 
few semesters, and the authors studied 
were Kant and Hegel, perhaps Nietz- 
sche, or some of that ilk. When the 
blind lead the blind we know where to 
find master and pupil. 

Then it must never be forgotten 
that most men are eager to improve 
themselves financially. The "bump" 
of business — if there is such a pro- 
tuberance^ — is as well developed in the 
biologist as in his thrifty brother of 
the arts or crafts. 

It is a matter of experience that to 
say something out of the ordinaiy is 
very often an excellent means of at- 
tracting attention and of gaining pres- 
tige with the public. 

Very few among us have heard of 
Wilson of Columbia, of Mall of Johns 
Hopkins, or of Dwight of Harvard, 
but we do hear much of Loeb and 
other ingenious experimentalists who 
are obsessed with the fad of becoming 
creators ! * 

For the sake of completeness some- 
thing must be said of the theological 
aspects of the mechanistic theory. 
This is not the occasion to explain 



what they are; it will suffice to relate 
what the church actually has done re- 
garding this vexed question. 

During the last half century Ton- 
giorgi, Secchi and Palmieri, professors 
at one time on the staff of the Gre- 
gorian University in Rome, held me- 
chanistic views in regard to the life of 
lower vegetable growths, and yet no 
ecclesiastical censure was pronounced 
against them. The official silence was 
not an approbation of the views of 
these men, but the incident shows 
how false is the common assertion that 
every vagary of a biologist is formally 
condemned by ecclesiastical authority. 

It might be of interest to know that 
every theologian of prominence in the 
Middle Ages, firmly believed in the 
spontaneous generation of animal- 
culae. They were in error on this 
point ; but, at least, they were several 
centuries in the lead of those "ad- 
vanced thinkers" who, a half century 
ago, proclaimed a more extended form 
of spontaneous generation as the great 
principle that would solve the riddle 
of the universe. Truly, "there is noth- 
ing new under the sun." 

Theology deals with facts which are 
true and therefore immutable ; and as 
truth cannot be at variance with it- 
self, nothing in biology nor in any 
other science that is really a fact, and 
not a supposition, can conflict with 
theology. For this reason the theo- 
logian may safely retain his position 
and peacefuly observe the upheavals 



The discussion of Dr. Loeb's metaphysics and^NewjEthics is omitted here. 



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269 



which almost revolutionize a science. 

But the latter cannot tolerate the 
effects of gratuitous assumptions and 
the projecting of unfounded hy- 
potheses. Every step in a wrong di- 
rection must be retraced and the use- 
less, if not harmful labor, squanders 
forces which are, at best, very meagre. 

It is pitiful that there is so much 
misspent energy, considering the 
amount of investigation that must yet 
be done. This is a matter for the con- 
sideration of psycholgist. 

Almost every natural science has 
some great question which, though 



settled to the satisfaction of normal 
minds, is ever open to discussion by 
a few. 

With an ill-directed zeal they per- 
petually attempt to solve the old prob- 
lem that baffles them. While time 
lasts some genius will discover period- 
ically how to square a circle ; and a 
perpetual-motion machine will be in- 
vented at intervals ; and the legitimate 
biologist will ever and anon be startled 
by the defiant cry of an enthusiast 
that a rival of the Creator has been 
developed in the laboratory. 

JAMES J. CONLON, S. J. 




MATER DOLOROSA 



By the banks of the Cedron in sorrow, 
The Virgin walked slowly and wept, 
As she thought of the days of her gladness. 
When converse with Jesus she kept. 

Long, long and sadly she pondered. 
Till her sorrow deep unrestrained, 
Gave vent to her feeling and echoed 
The thoughts her sad bosom contained. 

"Look down on Thy desolate mother, 
O Savior of men and my love, 
Long have I sighed for my coming 
To rest in Thy mansion above. 

All alone and weary I wander, 
Without Thee my Jesus, my Son, 
And O how I'm yearning to see Thee, 
When life's stormy battle is done. 

O sad is m}' life and how rueful, 
Do I live in this valley of woes, 
For Thou my beloved, art absent, 
Slain by iniquitous foes. 

Thou art gone — and O how I miss Thee, 
All the day long do I sigh. 
Till leaving her dark desolation, 
My soul to Thee Jesus shall fly." 

So wept our dear Mother Mary, 
And sighed to be with her Son, 
But Comfort and sweet resignation 
Whispered, "Father, let Thy will be done." 

FRANCES ODEVEK. 



270 



HOPES AND THE SPRING 




HE Jackson 
Grammar School 
was to have a 
picnic. All was 
in a flurry of 
excitement over 
the coming 
event. The pu- 
pils were all looking forward to the 
great day with eager anticipation. 

One evening after class, a little girl 
tripped out the school gate singing. 
Flung over her shoulder was a strap 
at the end of which dangled a book. 
Her luxuriant soft brown hair was 
blown back by the breeze, which had 
just sprung up. On her open, winning 
face dwelt a look of gladness. Her 
dark eyes sparkled with joy as she 
thought of the picnic in the country. 
So she danced lightly along, never 
stopping until she had reached a small, 
mean, two-room shack three blocks 
away. Quietly the child opened the 
door and tip-toed into the darkened 
room. In the far corner, on a small 
cot, a worn looking woman was lying, 
and in the center was a steaming tub 
of clothes. The girl took all in at a 
glance and in a flash she was by her 
mother's bedside. "Oh, mother, are 
you sick?" she cried, excitedly. 

"No dear, only a little tired," re- 
sponded a weary voice. 

Now the girl moved about with 



lightning-like rapidity and before long, 
some hot broth was made, and she 
was giving it to her mother. Then 
she donned an apron and commenced 
a struggle with the large tub of 
clothes. Her mother remonstrated 
with her, but it was of no use. She 
could wash those clothes. The task 
was not too great for her. 

So the mother and daughter fell to 
discussing the affairs of the day. 

"How is everything at school, 
Girlie?" questioned the mother. 

"Fine," she replied. "We are going 
to have a picnic next Saturday. 

Before they had had much time for 
conversation the tub of clothes was 
washed, and only the easy work of 
wringing them out remained to be 
done. Then the mother grew sleepy. 
"Sing something. Girlie," she said. 
And Girlie did. A soft little melody, 
one that she had learned at school, 
she sang. Her mother's eyes closed. 
The voice grew softer and softer and 
finally ceased. The woman was 
asleep. 

There was a look of refinement on 
the mother's face that told of culture 
and training. Those gracefully mould- 
ed hands were not fashioned for a life 
of toil. No, indeed. Mary Anson had 
not always been a washerwoman. 
She had once been the idol of an ex- 
clusive social set. A sweet, vivacious, 



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laughing maiden, what wonder that 
everyone loved her But she had com- 
mitted the unpardonable sin. She 
loved and married Jack McCorman, a 
man below her, a workingman. Ex- 
clusive society placed the ban on her 
then and there. What cared she? 
Her heart was light and happy. Could 
one ask more? 

For a while life went on merrily. 
Then one day there was a strike at the 
factory where Jack McCorman 
worked. Nothing remained but to 
quit his position. For three weary 
weeks he had searched for work. 
None was to be had. 

The wolf of hunger was pawing at 
the door. But soon another wolf, 
deadlier and more ravenous, the wolf 
of sickness entered. McCorman had 
always had a tendency toward con- 
sumption, and now when his vital 
forces were at their lowest ebb and he 
was on the verge of despair, the dread 
disease had claimed him victim. His 
girl wife did her best to nurse into 
a flame the spark of life which re- 
mained, but human effort was useless. 
The Angel of Death visited the hum- 
ble cottage, and Mary McCorman was 
left a widow at the age of twenty-five. 

A few months after her husband's 
death her child had been born. The 
remembrance of his death hovereld 
over her like a dark cloud, but the 
lively little tot became the silver lin- 
ing to the cloud. 

She had christened the child Vida, 
but in some way, no one knew exactly 
how, every one came to call her Girlie. 



The stout butcher on the corner, the 
good-natured mailman, the dignified 
bank president, all knew the washer- 
woman's little girl. 

She had early shown an aptitude for 
singing. Penniless, God himself had 
bestowed on her a dowry in the shape 
of an exquisite voice. The m/other 
loved to hear her daughter sing. Many 
a time, when the future loomed up 
black and ominous, the sweet strains 
of a simple song, like a ray of sunlight 
would pierce the gloom, and dissipate 
the low hanging clouds. 

For four years she had struggled 
along, striving to keep body and soul 
together, her daughter's happiness the 
guiding light to illumine her path. 

The day of the picnic had come at 
last. Girlie set out for school. "I'll 
be home early, mamma," she prom- 
ised, as she disappeared around the 
corner. But as the mother watched 
her going off, her thoughts reverted to 
the long ago. That very morning she 
had noticed certain signs, slight yes, 
but they were there nevertheless. The 
signs were the first indication of con- 
sumption. Her daughter might have 
tuberculosis ! Overwhelmed by the 
thought she turned ,and with a heavy 
heart entered the dingy hut. 

'In the meantime Girlie had joined 
the group of laughing children. They 
were awaiting the arrival of the im- 
mense hay wagon which was to con- 
vey them to the large country estate 
of Samuel Blythe. The latter was a 
jolly, portly gentleman. He was an 
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273 



of children, he was childless and con- 
sequently he had been only too glad to 
allow the school children to picnic on 
his farm. His wife, too, loved the 
sight of happy childrens' faces and she 
insisted upon preparing and spreading 
the lunch herself. So stately old 
Manor House Farm, with its groves 
of oaks, its winding driveways and 
vast fields was transformed for a day. 
The unaccustomed ring of childrens' 
shouts was heard. Their laughing 
echoed through the groves of gnarled 
old oaks which had withstood the 
storms of four score years. The brook 
seemed to ripple along more musically 
when accompanied by the sound of 
children's voices. 

Girlie was in her element. She was 
the happiest of the merry crowd. The 
day semed to her but a swift passing 
hour. After lunch had been eaten four 
o'clock came all too quickly. The 
joyous youngsters were summoned to 
the spacious courtyard. An im- 
promptu musicale was to be held to 
repay Mr. and Mrs. Blythe. 

The children squatted on the ground 
in a large circle. In a conspicuous 
position, on two great oak chairs, Mr. 
and Mrs. Blythe sat, beaming on the 
happy scene. 

First there were some songs in 
chorus by the school led by the teach- 
er. Next on the programme were sev- 
eral violin solos, for one had brought 
her violin. As the modest recital 
was nearing its close, the teacher 
thought of Girlie. Walking up to the 
host and hostess she asked if they 



would like to hear a little girl sing. 

"Why yes," they responded, "yes, 
by all means." 

So the teacher spoke to Girlie. 
"Yes I will sing," the little maiden re- 
plied. 

Self-possession was a natural trait 
with her; so she advanced to the cen- 
ter of the large group, and unaccom- 
panied, save by the rustling breeze, 
and by the birds chirping and twitting 
in the branches overhead, and by the 
faint murmuring of the stream, she 
sang, pouring forth her whole being 
in melodious harmony. A simple lit- 
tle song she sang, but it touched the 
heart of bluff, hearty Samuel Blythe. 

"You sing well, little girl," was all 
he could say, but his great heart was 
too full for utterance. 

The time had come to go home. 
The children were putting on their 
wraps, and gathering together the va- 
rious souvenirs collected during the 
day. 

Samviel Blythe called his niece aside. 
Before he finished talking with her, he 
knew the history of Girlie, of her 
poverty, and of her tired, overworked 
mother. In the twinkle of an eye he 
had arranged for a long sojourn to be 
taken at his great farm by Girlie and 
her mother. When Girlie was told of 
the scheme her young heart was filled 
to overflowing. "Oh, how mamma 
will like it here," she cried out ex- 
citedly. 

The wagon drew up and the chil- 
dren scrambled aboard. "Giddap," 
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of thoroughly exhausted but happy 
children were on their way homeward. 
The schoolhouse was reached and 
everyone got off. Soon in groups the 
children were trudging home to tell of 
the wonderful day they had spent. 
But Miss Blythe went home with 
Girlie. 

The teacher and her pupil soon 
reached the small shanty, known to 
the latter as home. Between them they 
told the widowed washerwoman of the 
events of the day and of the good for- 
tune which had befallen her. The 
mother was greatly surprised at the 
turn affairs had taken. Should she go 
to the country? Her natural keenness 
enabled the poor mother to see 
through the disguised charity. Yes, 
for the sake of her darling child she 
would humble her pride and accept the 
generous offer. She could help Mrs. 
Blythe with the housework. Poo'r 
woman ! She little knew how her 
strength had been sapped by the ex- 
treme demands which it had suffered. 

The very next week a large touring 
car chugged up to the door of Mary 
McCorman's miserable shack. A 
short, pudgy man hopped out and 
helped down a matronly looking 
woman. Together they ascended the 
few steps of the humble abode. Girlie, 
in her own artless way soon had in- 
troduced her mother to Mr. and Mrs. 
Samuel Blythe. Mrs. McCorman was 
soon on friendly terms with the moth- 
erly Mrs. Blythe. Their few belong- 
ings were stowed away in a corner of 



the large baggage rack, and off they 
started. Girlie was bubbling over with 
joy. The happiness of the moment 
and the kindness almost overwhelmed 
the poor mother. 

In a short time Manor House Farm 
was reached. Spring was in full 
blossom. Everything was bursting 
into new life. The grass was 
green on the hillsides. Flowers 
were shooting up from the ground 
here, there, and everywhere. The 
bright colored blooms on the trees 
gave promise of a bountiful crop. 

And when Girlie could steal away a 
moment in which to be alone, she 
wandered away into the heart of the 
oak-grove and there, surrounded by 
Nature's most wonderful creations, 
she threw out her thin graceful arms 
and sang, sang. 

Mr. Blythe was not long in finding 
out that the girl really possessed an 
excellent voice, needing only the care- 
ful guidance of skilled teachers to be 
brought to a wonderful maturity. 
Hence he determined to surround her 
with all the advantages which money 
could obtain. And when Samuel 
Blythe determined to do a thing he 
never rested until it had been accom- 
plished. 

Mrs. McCorman was consulted 
about sending her daughter to a 
school, where the girl might take les- 
sons in voice culture along with her 
other studies, she was overjoyed and 
consented gladly. In a remote corner 
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a faint hope, that some day her daugh- 
ter might be a famous singer. 

After a few months Girlie was found 
in the new school. She liked it well 
enough as long as she had time to 
Avander amongst fields picking flow- 
ers, and time to wade in the brook 
which ran through the oak grove. 
Lessons were fairly easy. Daily sing- 
ing lessons were for her hours of re- 
laxation and enjoyment. 

The days rolled by, as days have a 
fashion of doing. Then one bright 
spring day Vida McCorman was given 
her diploma. 

"Develop her voice by all means, 
Mr. Blythe," her teacher said. "She 
will be a prima donna some day." 

Mr. Blythe, however, needed no 
urging. Already he had made prep- 
arations for sending her to a Chicago 
conservatory of music. 

Consequently, one September morn- 
ing a short, portly gentleman, a fair, 
middle-aged woman and a laughing 
young girl boarded a train for Chi- 
cago. 

Arrived there no time was lost until 
she had been safely lodged in school. 
Then Mr. Blythe and Mrs. McCorman 
left for home after promising to return 
for a visit the following week. 

Every Saturday the two, sometimes 
accompanied by Mrs. Bly*the, -made 
the trip to Chicago. Girlie was happy, 
that is as happy as it was possible to 
be amid the hurry and bustle of the 
great city. Her voice was developing 
wonderfully. A few years of study 
and the road to success lay open to 



her, was the unanimous opinion of her 
instructors. 

Mr. Blythe's aspirations tended 
higher. Should all go well and should 
she feel so inclined Vida could go to 
Paris, to study under the masters of 
voice culture. 

The few years passed like a fleeting 
shadow. Girlie remained undecided 
whether or not to go abroad. Now 
that the time had come the mother did 
not like to see her daughter leave. 
The young woman's teachers all were 
anxious to see Vida make the venture. 
"To leave her thus would be to leave 
a gold mine undeveloped," they said. 

So Mrs. McCorman consented and 
Mr. Blythe and his protege packed 
their trunks in preparation for the 
European trip. The two women 
would remain at home and patiently 
await their return. 

Then came the day of sailing from 
America, two women, smiling through 
their tears, waved till the girlish face 
faded from their view. 

After five days the tall spires of Liv- 
erpool were sighted. Samuel Blythe had 
crossed the ocean before, but to Girlie 
everything was new. She had enjoyed 
the invigorating breeze and the vast 
expanse of tossing waves. 

At last Paris, their final destination, 
was reached. The masters were sur- 
prised at the wonderful voice of the 
American girl. She was rarely gifted, 
was the consensus of opinion. 

Then Vida studied long and ardu- 
ously. She enjoyed the new life and 
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had done. With her present to sing 
for him he could never grow weary. 

But both, happy though they were, 
rejoiced when the day of home coming 
arrived. Their thoughts dwelt con- 
stantly with the two women across 
the ocean awaiting their home com- 
ing. 

When they could discern, as the 
boat entered the harbor, the towering 
buildings of New York, at least two 
loyal hearts beat faster at the welcome 
sight of their native land. 

The very next morning, the papers 
came out with glaring headlines, for 
her fame had preceded her. 

"Noted Singer Arrives." 

Silver-voiced maiden sings here next 
week." 

Such was the case. After many ur- 
gent requests she had promised to sing 
in New York. 

Chicago was passed and before the 
lapse of many hours, Vida McCorman, 
still a simple artless girl, beautiful 
and acomplished, was in her mother's 
arms. But the four needs must hurry 
back to the metropolis to fulfill the 
engagement. 

The evening of the debut came. 
Mrs. McComan and the Blythes were 
there, in a box near the stage. The 
mother's heart was light. She was 
happy with a mother's joy. 

But soon all was hushed, and Vida 
McComan appeared. She was beau- 
tiful beyond the shadow of a doubt as 
she stood there. She was dressed 
simply and her cheeks were slightly 
flushed with the splendor and excite- 



ment of the scene. Raising her dark 
brown eyes, full of tenderness and 
love, toward the box where her mother 
sat, her lips parted in song. 

Like the song of the nightingale it 
sounded, only more perfect, less me- 
chanical ; like the trill of the meadow 
lark it rang out, but more musical, 
more joyous ; like the call of the dove 
it echoed, yet more loving, more ten- 
der. 

She sang, and the vast multitude 
wondered. Enthralled the audience 
sat spellbound even after the singer 
broke the enchantment. The applause 
was deafening. Bouquets rained on 
the stage. And from a box above 
a solitary woman looker down on the 
enthusiastic assemblage and offered a 
silent prayer to God, a prayer of 
thanksgiving welling up from the in- 
most recesses of a happy mother's 
heart. 

The demonstration did not cease 
until Vida McCorman appeared again. 
Then all again became as still as death. 
Again the wonderful voice burst out, 
but fainter now. The entranced mul- 
titude awaited breathlessly for what 
was to follow. Then of a sudden the 
sweet soimds faltered and broke. For 
an instant she stood there motionless, 
then reeled and fell prostrate to the 
floor. 

Attendants rushed in and willing 
hands carried her tenderly behind the 
scenes. Upon the hushed stillness of 
the place, a piercing shriek rang out, 
and all the audience turned as one per- 
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shaken with sobs leaning vipon the 
box raihng, and the whisper went 
round, softly at first, then of increas- 
ing volume, "She is her mother." 

Before the week had passed, mother 
and daughter were surrounded by lov- 
ing care and were again at Manor 
House Farm. 

The days flew by to Girlie, days of 
happy, carefree enjoyment such as 
she had never known before. Her 
spirit grew young again. She looked 
at the gnarled old oaks, and the fresh 
flowers and the sweetly singing birds. 
She loved to wander far away in 
search of new wonders. She loved 
to hear the small streamlet as it rush- 
ed over the rocks. She could vie with 
the lark in melody. She could imitate 
the quail to perfection. A child of 
Nature, she had at last come into her 
own. 

Never was a happier family group 
assembled at the Manor. Girlie filled a 
long felt want in all hearts, but to her 
benefactor especially was she dear. 
Like father and daughter the two 
would sometimes sit in the shade to- 
gether, telling stories. He told her 
the names of the birds, and when the 
cherries would be ripe. He told her 
where the best poppies grew. Soon 
they had bcome inseparable compan- 
ions. 

But one morning the swallows and 
humming birds twittered in vain for 



the graceful hand which was wont to 
feed them. Girlie was confined to bed. 
The mother's worst fears had come 
true. The "white plague" had strick- 
en her daughter. 

When the doctor came he shook his 
head. "Too late" he murmered sadly. 

So the birds twittered in vain, and 
the green fields felt no longer the 
tread of little feet. 

Girlie lay on her cot, helpless. Only 
a strange unearthly sweetness which 
hovered about her features told that 
death was near. Mr. Blythe brought 
her flowers often. She thanked him 
gratefully. The window was open all 
day long. She could inhale the fresh 
air joyously. Vast fields of yellow, 
nodding poppies stretched away be- 
fore her eyes. She could hear far ofif 
the tinkling of the little brook, as it 
rippled along in the sunlight. She' 
could hear the birds singing, calling 
to her. 

Then, even as she lay there on her 
sick bed, she sometimes feebly sang. 

A high fever had come over her 
now. The end was drawing near. 

At last the glorious day of Resur- 
rection was at hand. The bright Eas- 
ter sun rose above the hilltops, and 
gazed on a scene of rejoicing. But 
Girlie rejoiced and sang with the an- 
gels in Paradise. 

J. CHARLES MURPHY, 3d High 



THE WAY OF THE TRANSGRESSOR 




LD SIMEON 
WHITE was 
rich. He was 
also blest, or 
ctirsed as the 
case may be, 
with a nephew. 
This nephew, 
besides being his only sister's only 
child, was also by far his nearest rela- 
tive, which facts account for the pre- 
dicament in which old White found 
himself as his nephew's keeper. 

"Billy" Hartley, as the young man 
was called by friend and acquaintance 
alike, was by no means a bad fellow. 
To be sure", he could 'shuffle the 
deck' and 'set 'em up' as long and as 
often as the next one, but he was 
neither drunkard nor gambler at heart, 
and kept away from such things as 
much as possible, for as he expressed 
it, "the unc was an old horse and 
wouldn't stand hard driving." 

With these sentiments in his heart 
and a good record in Eligh School to 
his credit, the young man entered 
college. 

For a year things went well. He 
'made a frat,' was chosen on the 
Freshman football team, and enjoyed 
the friendship of many estimable 
young men and women. Continuing 
in these creditable pursuits as a 
Sophomore, he won a place on the 



'varsity squad' and a medal in the art 
of declaiming, his closest rival in both 
contests being a young man of 
wealthy parentage, Pascoe Sher- 
bourne. As for Sherbourne, estimable 
as his ambitions may have been, he 
was not a person whom one at first 
sight would pronounce a good fellow. 
His were the features, close-set and 
hard, which mark the self-centered 
man. And in his everyday life, his 
actions were wont to fulfill the criter- 
ion which his face foretold. 

Laudable as young William's reso- 
lutions were concerning the various 
time-passing methods of young man- 
kind, he now came to find them grow- 
ing irksome. As a High School stu- 
dent he had regarded card-playing 
and drinking as foolishness — as a 
popular fraternity man at college he 
found them inevitable. His spirit be- 
ing no stronger and his flesh no less 
susceptible to pleasure than the aver- 
age human being's, he succumbed. To 
the scrutiny of books in a wholesome 
atmosphere, the scrutiny of faces suc- 
ceeded as he slouched behind his 'row 
of fives' and through the haze of a 
smoke-filled room watched' his month- 
ly allowance dwindle and disappear. 
Nor was this the worst. When this 
had failed, he watched the borrowable 
part of the monthly allowance of other 
fellows disappear in a like manner. 



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The boy who formerly had never 
thought of too much borrowing- now 
became deeply in debt. 

Yet mixed with it all was a view of 
pathos. "Thou canst not serve two 
masters" is written for us. Neverthe- 
less a prey to Cupid, Billie besides 
wooing the goddess of Fortune, 
sought, slaved for, and worshiped a 
Goddess who meant more to him than 
all his ambitions, all his popularity, — 
yea, even exceeded in preciousness 
the amount of his ever increasing 
gambling debts. She did not know he 
gambled, she did not know he drank — 
and his fondest, closest, thought was 
that some bright day when he was 
clear of all this beastly mess he might 
obtain her as the Goddess of his 
hearth. And, strange to say, in this 
as in many lesser contests, Pascoe 
Sherbourne was his closest competi- 
tor. 

Struggling to free himself from the 
gambling debts in which he was ever 
sinking deeper and deeper, and with 
the resolution of forsaking the paths 
of iniquity, the boy wrote his uncle 
for help — confessing all and promis- 
ing much. But, as is usually the case 
with such occurrences, some portion 
of the makeup fails, and our good in- 
tentions come tumbling down around 
us. Thus it was that when William 
received the quick and final answer of 
his uncle, which informed him that 
since he had needed no help in get- 
ting into the mire, he might try the 
same means of freeing himself, 
further, that unless all such practices 



were eliminated immediately disin- 
heritance would' follow, he plunged 
once more into the abyss of hopeless- 
ness and the battle of chance — with 
the same result. Life became to him 
one continual cloud mingled with joy 
or light — a veritable hell on earth. 
His only moments of happiness were 
those spent in the companionship of 
her for whom his better portion lived. 
Even these, however, were embittered 
by the ever-present realization within 
him that his time would come — that 
sooner or later she must know, and 
then — oblivion. 

The end of the year was drawing 
nearer and nearer. With its close 
came sleepless nights caused hy the 
persistent, relentless demands of his 
creditors for payments, demands he 
was as powerless to satisfy as he was 
of computing the annual gas bill of 
the people in the next frat house. At 
last the night before the final day of 
grace came, the day upon which he 
was to be disgraced, for his creditors 
had finally threatened that unless on 
that day he paid in full the case 
would be publicly laid before the col- 
lege authorities. Then he would be 
expelled and branded before the pub- 
lic as a bankrupt. 

But above all this came the realiza- 
tion that she would know. His cause, 
with her at least, had prospered. He 
no longer considered his uncle, but 
to think of losing her, of being scorned 
by the only one whose judgment he 
esteemed!, wholse sweet affection he 



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coveted — was more than he could 
bear. 

In desperation he went out with 
his remaining few dollars — to drown 
his sorrows in the sparkling- cup, to 
brighten his cloud of despair by the 
white lights of the underworld. With 
a few companions he left the house. 
They drank — they caroused. No hell 
was too deep, nor dive too dangerous 
for their patronage. They became 
gloriously drunk — or drugged. Per- 
haps some low-browed bartender could 
tell. 

Billy awoke the following morning 
to discover himself reclining upon a 
pile of sacks on a wharf. How he 
came there he knew not. A peculiar 
taste in his mouth and a nauseous in- 
clination of his stomach served to re- 
mind him of his previous night's ex- 
perience. With a heart heavier than 
the heaviest lead, he lay there consid- 
ering his position. Today was his 
day of judgment — of doom. As he 
looked out upon the blue, white-cap- 
ped, waters, and watched the rip- 
ples on the vast expanse, a tempta- 
tion greater than any he had ever be- 
fore experience seized upon him. 
There was a heaven in the deep, a 
coward's refuge. But, with a cour- 
age worthy of a better life, he re- 
sisted it, and turned his face once 
more toward the land — trembling in 
weakness, sick in body and at heart. 
As he regained the busier sections 
of the city, a newsboy brushed past 
him with the cry of "Extra ! Extra !" 
Throwing the lad a dime he opened 



the paper. With an involuntary ex- 
clamation of surprise and remorse, he 
leaned weakly against a friendly lamp- 
post, his eyes staring fixed on the 
sheet before him. There, in scai'e- 
head type, was "Simon White Mur- 
dered in Cold Blood." Beneath was 
given an account of one of the most 
carefully planned and baffling murder 
cases known in the history of the city. 

His first feeling of surprise and re- 
gret having passed, a sudden, insane, 
sensation of joy took its place as the 
boy realized that all the old man had 
possessed was now his own. Enough 
there was and many times over, to 
pay the debts which had so nearly 
ruined him. Again turning to the 
account and reading further, he found, 
first to his amazement and scorn — 
then to his terror, that in the opinion 
of the police the only possible in- 
centive for the deed was the posses- 
sion of the old man's money. Then 
came a fanciful story from the pen of 
some imaginative reporter of how the 
nephew, leading a wild life at college 
— crazed by impending gambling debts 
and threats of prosecution, had at last 
taken a terrible means of satisfying 
his creditors. The account ended 
with the report that inquiry at the 
young man's address revealed the fact 
that he had' left the night before and 
had not returned, but that the police 
were foUiwing close upon him and his 
early arrest was assured. 

Surprised as the boy was at the 
death of his uncle and the suspicion 
cast upon him, still more was he as- 



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281 



tounded at the knowledge the paper 
seemed to have of his affairs. While 
he did not doubt that his creditors, 
true to their threats, would prosecute 
and expose him, he was puzzled as to 
how the facts had been learned early 
enough for the morning edition. 

With a determination and fearless- 
ness born of innocence assailed, he 
immediately turned his steps toward 
the police station, resolved to seek and 
avenge himself upon the man who had 
branded him as the most despicable 
and ungrateful of proteges. 

As he walked, his mind turned to- 
wards the old man, now lying stilled 
forever, and he felt in his heart a sor- 
row, deep and sincere. Reflecting, he 
recalled the times when they had 
lived together, the closest of com- 
panions, and the old gentleman had 
thought nothing too good for his 
"Billy Boy" — and an ever-increasing 
wave of grief filled his heart, carry- 
ing him to remorse as he realized the 
sadness and pain he must have 
caused his good old friend by his way- 
wardness. 

He was received at the police sta- 
tion with open arms, gruff speech and 
obvious suspicion. His identity being 
established, his protestations of inno- 
cence were laughed to scorn. He 
was locked up, — while all the city 
rejoiced that the perpetrator of such 
a deed was safe in the toils of the law. 



The day of the trial came. The 
courtroom was packed by a morbid 



mob, craning their necks for a 
glimpse of the "Human Jackal," as 
the young man was journalistically 
termed. On a platform elevated above 
the level of the floor, sat the grey- 
headed, rugged-faced judge — cool, 
impassive, seemingly unconscious of 
his surroundings, patiently waiting 
for the entrance of the prisoner. At 
last a side door opened. There was a 
creaking of furniture in all the court- 
room as the spectators strained to 
see. There, guarded on either side by 
a bailiff, stood the prisoner. Thin and 
haggard he was, but on his features 
was a look of ineffaceable joy, 
which the spectators, had they known 
of a little note accompanied by a 
small bouquet of flowers which had 
found its way into Billy's cell, would 
have found much less puzzling. She 
believed in him ! She knew he was 
innocent; she was waiting for the day 
when he would be free, — and what 
mattered the rest? 

The first two days of the trial were 
spent in the selection of the jury. 
On the third the two sides were lined 
up — prepared for battle. At the table 
on the State's side sat the District 
Attorney — shrewd, inscrutable, sar- 
castic of speech — at whose very voice 
the hapless criminal was wont to 
tremble. Supporting him as special 
prosecutor, was another, equally as 
shrewd, whose reputation was state- 
wide. 

Across the room at the other table 
sat the prisoner. On his left a war- 
den, and on his right was a gentleman 



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in the declining years of life, grey of 
hair, strong of feature and sharp of 
mindl: an old man, respected by all the 
Bar for his sagacity, and admired for 
his eloquence. He had been a life- 
long friend of William's uncle, and in 
his heart the boy himself held no small 
place. So the trial began. 

With the introduction of evidence 
by the prosecution, the prisoner's case 
grew blacker and blacker — his 
chances, fewer and fewer. 

The prosecuting attorney with his 
usual skill showed how the young 
man, overcome by his gambling debts, 
hounded by his creditors, had writ- 
ten to his uncle for help ; how the old 
man had refused that help, and had 
threatened disinheritance ; how he had 
sunk deeper and deeper into the 
mire, becoming more and more reck- 
less. Finally, how on the night prior 
to the day when he would be forced 
to settle or go to jail, he and a few 
companions had set out from his 
lodgings. He then brought to the 
stand the others who had been with 
him and testified to having left the 
young man in an intoxicated condition 
about two o'clock in the morning. At 
the conclusion of this evidence the 
lawyer pointed out how the prisoner 
was unable to make any explanation 
of his actions during the ensuing 
hours, beyond claiming the loss of his 
senses through intoxication, and that 
since the murder must have been 
committed somewhere around four 
o'clock a. m., the boy would have 
had ample time to reach the home of 



his uncle and commit the foul deed. 

In the defense, the old man on 
whose shoulders rested the fate of the 
boy sought to show by the blame- 
lessness of his previous character, the 
impossibility of his having committed 
the deed. He brought forward wit- 
nesses to speak of the friendly rela- 
tions of the boy and his uncle. He 
pointed to the prisoner's record as a 
boy, as an undergraduate in college, 
but with all his efforts, the defense 
seemed but immaterial and weak in 
comparison to the damning evidence 
brought strongly home by the prose- 
cution. 

In his last speech on the final day 
of the trial, the old lawyer admitted 
this and in his concluding remarks, he 
said, "But with it all, our evidence, 
our defence would be incomplete, our 
efforts useless, were it not for one 
thing. There is one witness remain- 
ing whom we have not yet produced, 
one who is in the position of the 
young prisoner before you — one who 
has given away his honor in the hope 
of satisfying a worldly desire. He has 
committed a deed so base and with an 
object so terrible, that his bare Chris- 
tian training, his very humanity, if 
such it can be called, has forced him 
to confess. Bailiff call Pascoe Sher- 
bourne !" 

Once more all eyes were turnd to- 
ward the door towards which the 
bailiff went. With no less surprise 
did the prisoner himself look into the 
now bright and eager eyes of his 
counsel. The door opened. Once 



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again there stood a young man worn 
and haggard, but whose face held no 
light of hope or joy. Advancing with 
weak steps into the witness chair, in 
a trembling voice he began his story. 
A story it was of love, disappointment, 
weakness and revenge — a story mor- 
bid in its passion, intense in its pathos, 
and horrible in its detail. 

He began with his entrance into 
college, and with the story of the 
struggles in which Hartley was al- 
ways the victor, of the hatred in his 
heart ; and at last of the final struggle 
— the result of which meant to him 
either sunshine or hell during life — 
and still his rival seemed to win. Then 
he told of the hatred brewing in his 
heart, how his mind commenced 
clamoring for revenge and would not 
let him rest. He told of his being in 
his room one evening ransacking his 
brain for some means of vengeance, 
when he chanced to hear a conversa- 
tion between the prisoner and his 
room-mate, who slept next door. Lis- 



tening carefully, he heard the whole 
story of the debts, of the young fel- 
low's writing to his uncle and the 
blasting of his last hope. Then its 
was, that the seed was sown which 
developed into such a horror. How 
he hesitated, battling with his worthier 
self — of the soul-tearing war between 
his better and baser inclinations, — 
and of the victory of the latter — all 
this he told. 

And lastly, the deed being commit- 
ted, he explained how he had with a 
free and willing tongue given out to 
the police the details and facts which 
had fastened suspicion upon an inno- 
cent man. 

^ ^ ^ 

And so at the end of that day in 
court, the two principals went their 
respective ways — the one to a happi- 
ness which perhaps he did not de- 
serve, — the other to atonement for his 
sin. 

GEORGE A. NICHOLSON. 



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various types have been submitted. 
The entirety must be dispensed with 
during the session follovifing the re- 
cess. To read and understand these 
bills alone would take an ordinary 
man a week. To read the arguments 
pro and con would take a month, and 



to intelligently discuss and argue the 
respective merits, to deliberate and 
vote upon them, we cannot even con- 
jecture how long it would take. 

We have no reason to believe, espe- 
cially from the character of the bills 
submitted, that the present regime of 
statute framers are intellectual gen- 
iuses of a higher order and thus able 
to go through the above four thou- 



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sand in less time than it would take 
an average citizen. The entire legis- 
lature then must continue session un- 
til the high moral duty of serving the 
interests of the people is accom- 
plished. The tax-ridden citizen must 
bear the expenses of the elect three 
hundred, while from their lofty seats 
they seriously discuss the merits of 
creating some new office in Hayseed 
County or the advisability of increased 
traveling expenses for themselves. 

It is about time that the people of 
this state were realizing the futility of 
the present system of legislation. 
Futile, because those who represent 
and are unfamiliar in matters of gov- 
ernment humanly tend to break into 
the lime-light with some revolution- 
ary measure which their imagination 
conjures them into believing will 
bring them immediate political fame. 
Or if not that, they feel they must sat- 
isfy those who elected them by sub- 
mitting at least ten or twenty bills 
that are usually as of much interest to 
the welfare of the general public as 
the tariff on peanuts. 

Several of the more sober members 
of that august body have expressed 
themselves as thoroughly disgusted 
with the conditions existent. One 
man in temporary alleviation has sub- 
mitted a constitutional amendment 
which provides for the convening of 
the legislature every two years with a 
shorter session between for the ur- 
gent and necessary business. Fur- 
thermore, it provides that assembly- 
men are to be elected for a term of 



four years in place of two, and sena- 
tors for six in place of four. 

We are of the opinion that this bill, 
although not without its faults, would 
work a great amelioration over the 
present system. The legislator being 
elected for a longer period would not 
be so wont to burden that body with 
his petty, nonsensical bills. He would 
no longer be a child with a new toy. 
Perhaps by the fourth year the nov- 
elty of law-making would be some- 
what tarnished and we really might 
hope to obtain a little true business 
which, after all, is more than we now 
can even hope to be able to desire. 



"Environ- Samuel Gompers, that 

ment" run riot §^^^"di'oq"ent siren of 
the American Federa- 
tion of Labor, is as yet unreconciled 
to the justice of the sentence pro- 
nounced upon the guilty dynamiters 
now sojourning at Leavenworth, Kan- 
sas. His plea for their justification is 
based upon the idea that those men 
were the victims of environment and 
that this mitigating circumstance 
should excuse them in the eyes of the 
world. He claims their justification 
"because those who do the worldj's 
work pay the price of our civilization 
with their blood and bodies!" This 
is, indeed, a marvelous statement from 
one who represents the labor element 
of our country. This fomenter of dis- 
content would have us pardon those 
who go about the country destroying 
our industries and blowing into eter- 



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nity the very men whom they are sup- 
posed to represent, upon the plea that 
they are "victims of environment!" 
Yet we might reasonably expect such 
a statement from one accustomed to 
deliver his Fourth of July orations 
standing on the American flag. 

Unhappily for the laborer these 
loud-mouthed agitators have had al- 
together too much say in the running 
of his affairs. Disturbances such as 
this recent one, however, must be 
bringing him to reflect whether or not 
these men, whose living depends upon 



his hard earned dollars, are really safe 
guides in matters which affect him 
vitally. 

The press should intelligently aid 
his understanding by fearless exposi- 
tion of the purpose and principles of 
these lawless leaders, and should not 
be restrained by any such motive as 
that of catering to the union element. 
In this way as in no other the light 
will soon dawn upon him and with it 
will disappear the menacing clouds of 
McNamaras, Hockins, Tveitmoes and 
Gomperses. 




It is usual to expect in this period 
of the year the fruitage of all class es- 
says and stories which various profes- 
sors have looked over and deem wor- 
thy of publication in the College Litt. 
For example one magazine has, let us 
say, three Shakespearian essays and 
two stories founded on the same plot. 
It is easy, therefore, to trace the equa- 
tion existing between the rquired class 
"comps" and the ensuing edition of 
the school publication. 

But while this was true to a certain 
extent throughout exdom, at the pres- 
ent writing it does not show so bad as 
formerly, hence let us be thankful. 



Tennessee 
Magazine 



The first exchange to 
attract attention this 
month, was "The Ten- 
nessee Magazine," a slight but neatly 
garbed periodical, that upholds well 
the honor of the institution it rep- 
resents. The opening poem, "Silent 
Sisters of the Poor," is well conceived, 
but the transition from the second to 
the third stanza is short, almost to the 
point of abruptness. An essay on the 
"Country High School Curriculum" is 



well written in a clear, orderly man- 
ner, and contains a few thoughts on 
intermediate education which should 
be well considered by faddists on that 
subject. 

"In the Garden of Gallinas" is a 
story weak in plot but saved by good 
diction and careful handling. Some 
of the paragraphs might almost be 
teemed prose-poems, but unfortu- 
nately such qualities do not constitute 
the essentials of a short story. 

"Plato's Republic" is a treatise on 
that work from a careful and appre- 
ciative viewpoint. The language is 
well chosen and the article as a whole 
bears a commendable spirit of solidar- 
ity that makes for pleasure in reading 
it. 

There are one or two other stories 
in the book but save for a more care- 
ful attempt at "finish" they do not rise 
above the level of mediocrity. 

Considered as a whole, though, the 
book is a good one, and except for the 
lack of proper verse, it can, without 
difficulty, hold up its head in an assem- 
blage of any of the contemporary col- 
lege journals. Needless to say we 
hope to see you again "Tennessee." 



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The Stanford Chapar- 
Chaparral ral sent us its baseball 

number, and there were 
no errors committed in the issue, 
from cover to cover. The various 
"hits" are humorous, and bring in 
the desired results. The editorials are 
good, but maybe we are a bit preju- 
diced in that regard, as the editor was 
formerly the "Chief of Staff" of The 
Redwood. The story. Dilettante, is 
cleverly written, but cramped at the 
end. Your joke, "Chappie," on "Get- 
ting Into Shop," is both clever, and as 
you yourself say, "quite versatile." 

One thing further we noticed, and 
that is you reproduced a page from a 
certain large daily newspaper in San 
Francisco. If those jests were taken, 
as you state they have been, from va- 
rious college journals, and no ac- 
knowledgment made, you certainly 
have had a rank injustice done you, 
and should do your best to correct 
such dirty business, although indirect- 
ly tactics like that are a compliment to 
your publication. 



"The Pacific Star," 
Pacific Star from Mt. Angel, Ore- 
gon, is an old friend of 
ours, and an exchange that always holds 
at least some article of interest for 
the outside reader. In the March num- 
ber we find several good stories, but a 
woeful lack of verse. The bit of fic- 
tion termed "Bravery's Rewards, or 
The Hero of the Cross-roads," is seri- 



ously detracted from by such a long, 
non-essential, and clumsy title. The 
tale itself, however, is fairly well told 
along humorous lines, and the des- 
cription is good. "A Strange Adven- 
ture" has a well developed plot, but 
the handling of the denouement is not 
as finished as it might be. 

The essay, "Why the Canal Should 
be Fortified," is well and sanely writ- 
ten. The position that the United 
States occupies, in international af- 
fairs owing to her possession of the 
canal, is clearly set forth, and the ne- 
cessity for adequate protection of our 
interests is vigorously maintained. 
The only thing which detracts from 
the contribution is its length ; it is by 
far too short. 

The other essays of the book are not 
well done, and the departments could 
stand a thorovigh scrutinizing from the 
editorials down. Get more verse 
"Star" at all costs. 



"The 
Columbia" 



From far away Switz- 
erland comes a digni- 
fied publication called 
"The Columbia." Its contents are 
both meaty and solid. They bear the 
stamp of maturity, and show careful 
preparation. The article, "Is Heredity 
Fatal?" demonstrates the author's fa- 
miliarity with his subject, and gives 
some clear exposition of a rather knot- 
ty question. Thoroughness is the 
dominant note of the contribution. 

The other essay, "Evolution and the 
Soul of Man," is well handled, but the 



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subject matter is quite trite. The 
poem, "Temptation," strikes a true 
chord and has the meter best fitted 
for a subject of its nature. The diction 
is good and the figures natural and 
not strained. 

In the departments the "Book Re- 
views" is easily the best. We enjoyed 
reading it, but taking the publication 
as a whole, it loses much by having 
no fiction, unless it be that in the 
judgement of the editors fiction would 
be out of place in such a journal. 



Another of our con- 
The Mercerian temporaries which 
holds high place 
amongst college journals is "The Mer- 
cerian." The March number has some 
good fiction and a particularly good 
essay, but seems a little weak in 
poetry. 

The essay on Stephen Philips, 
though short, is an appreciation of 
that poet dramatist, from the careful 
viewpoint of an admirer, who holds in 
strong approval the beauty of that au- 
thor without disregarding his faults. 
Careful study is evident, on reading 
the piece, and the only suggestion that 
we can make is that no place is given 
to "Nero," one of the most mature 
and poetic of Philips' productions. 
However, that is only a matter of 
taste. The article is good and worth 
the reading. 

The story, "Faith from the Yellow 
Leaves," is extremely well told, and 
has good direction and description 



throughout, but the climax is some- 
what late in its action being antici- 
pated before its actual coming. "Fi- 
delity" has a better plot, but is not so 
well told. The sketch on the "Pass- 
ing of the Old Schoolmaster" is keen 
in its appreciation of what was pic- 
turesque in the old days of early edu- 
cation, and is well written. "English 
in the Transplanting" has a good idea, 
but the workmanship is strained and 
faulty. 

We like the departments, particu- 
larly "Books and Authors." The Mer- 
cer has a good number for March, but 
needs more poetry to have a well 
rounded look. 



Notre Dame 
Quarterly 



In the "Notre Dame 
Quarterly" we find 
many pieces of poetry 
of exceeding merit, nearly all of them 
being inspired by the death of that 
great-hearted woman. Sister Superior 
Mary Bernardine. To criticize all of 
them would be an impossible task, but 
to show the general poetic spirit and 
quality of the group we reprint a few 
stanzas from "In Memoriam." We 
would like to print the entire piece 
but space forbids. The contribution 
on "The Sisters of Notre Dame on the 
Pacific Coast," is clearly and interest- 
ingly written, and gives some good 
matter for the history lover of early 
days in our valley. The departments 
are newsy, but we miss greatly some 
good fiction, which should have its 
place in a publication of such stand- 



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ing as "The Quarterly." Doubtless it 
was thought well to exclude it from 
this number. 

And here we must cease our read- 
ing. Many good exchanges have been 
omitted, but in our next number we 
will give them the notice that is their 
due. 

We gratefully acknowledge the re- 
ception of the following magazines: 

"Campion," "Carolinian," "Notre 
Dame Scholastic," "Marquette Jour- 
nal," "Georgetown Journal," "Gon- 
zaga," "The Tattler," "Harvard 
Monthly," "Schoolman," "Irish 
Monthly," "The Occident," "Xaverian," 
"Holy Cross Purple," "Fordham 
Monthly," "Vassar Miscellany," "The 
Collegian," "The Academia" and "The 
Laurel." Several others came in too 
late for notice except in our next is- 
sue. 



The book is well bound and is pub- 
lished by Benziger Bros., Cincinnati. 
Price, $1.00. 



BOOK REVIEW. 

"Their Choice," by Henrietta Skin- 
ner, is a novel containing a love plot 
developed in an original manner. The 
story is written in a somewhat too 
careful vein, but has the quality of 
presenting its characters in a strong 
and vivid manner. 



IN MEMORIAM. 
Sister Superior Mary Bemardine. 

While life's fair morn was radiant with the 

beauty 
And gladness of the cloudless hours of 
youth, 
She heard the Master summoning her to 
duty 
Amid His chosen, in the field of Truth. 

She heard the Master's call, and hearing, 
heeded, 
Despite the arduous toil for heart and 
hand, 
Vainly, home love and earthly pleasures 
pleaded, 
Humbly she answered, "Lord, at Thy 
command, 

I follow where Thou leadest, all unfearing, 

Safe in the shelter of Thy holy Cross, 
Thy tender love my every moment cheer- 
ing, 
With Thee for Guide I dread no toil, no 
loss." 

Thrice happy choice! Love's ever blessed 
mission 
Was her's whose life made bright earth's 
weary way. 
The sunshine of her being a sweet vision 
Of true submission to celestial sway. 

— From Notre Dame Quarterly. 



f 



Initi^rsttg Notes 



Attention ! 



From our den we have 
kept a faithful lookout 
upon student body ac- 
tivities in general. And we think we 
express the aggregate opinion of that 
body in asserting that there has been, 
lately, a marked change, foreign to 
our usual student spirit. There is a 
sinister indifference on the part of a 
few disgruntled classmen which is 
contagious and against which we 
should be warned. There is no ground 
for this grumbling indifference. If 
these dissatisfied students have any 
real grievances, or a jot of considera- 
tion for their Alma Mater and for 
their fellow students, they should be 
men enough to ventilate them fully at 
the regular monthly meeting of the 
student body. The student body of 
any University, any association for 
wholesome purposes, are all primarily 
organized for the protection of the 
greater number of their respective 
constituent parts. They cannot long 
exist where a minority spread discon- 
tent and sedition. If a citizen's, or a 
subject's rights, as such, are infringed 
upon it is his privilege to obtain re- 
dress by due process of law. And so 
it is that the few among us who are so 
actively vociferating their criticisms 



and railings, aimed as it seems at an 
imaginary monster of abuse, must 
stop short! They are gradually un- 
dermining Santa Clara's most import- 
ant asset: — the spirit of loyalty and 
glory for the name. This is a warn- 
ing to them. Let them be sincere. 
Let them forget their selfishness and 
that peevish vanity which is repulsive 
to their associates. Let them search 
up the records of those who have been 
here before, and who are now valuable 
members of society. They will find 
that they were not backward in coun- 
cil, and as equally aggressive on the 
gridiron as in the study halls. Come. 
What are we coming to? Let's play 
the game square, as it should be 
played. 



Excelsior 



We wonder how many 
of us really appreciate 
our environment in 
this historic vale? We wonder just 
how many realize the treasure they 
can gain here day by day. Here in 
this beautiful clime, where nature has 
been so lavish, Santa Clara carries on 
her great intellectual work of faith 
and love. She inspires the poet and 
gives him immortal ideals. Her phil- 



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osophy points the way of truth. Sci- 
ence, literature, art — all are here at 
our behest. God indeed has been kind 
to us. You leaders of a coming day, 
lay something to your hearts while 
the acceptable hour is here. There is 
little place for rest in this life. We 
know not of the word rest till we have 
reached our goal ; — the crowning glory 
of this life. 



House of 
Philhistorians 



The House of Philhis- 
torians held their reg- 
ular meeting on Thurs- 
day, March 13th. The subject for de- 
bate was : Resolved, That the election 
of United States Senators by direct 
vote of the people, is to the best inter- 
ests of the Nation. Both sides of the 
question were ably handled. For the 
affirmative the debaters were : Repre- 
sentatives Draper, Chargin and N. 
Martin. The negatives were : Repre- 
sentatives Carlin, P. Martin and J. 
Parker. The decison of the House 
was rendered in favor of the negative 
side. The House is to be commended 
by all who appreciate the need of rep- 
resentative government in a represen- 
tative democracy, for its stand on this 
important question. 



St. Patrick's 
Day 



We recall with fond- 
ness the impressions 
left upon us by the 
spirit and traditions connected with 
St. Patrick's day. That celebration 
has a meaning which touches the in- 



most chords of the human heart. 
What virtue is there that appeals 
more readily to the deepest feelings of 
the soul, or more quickly excites our 
admiration than the faithfulness of 
the Irish people to a cause? There is 
nothing as beautiful as faith and noth- 
ing so heart-rending as unfaithful- 
ness. 

The faithfulness of the Irish people 
is an illustration of the truth that it is 
by persecution that souls are tem- 
pered and men become inflexible in 
one common cause. This should be 
an inspiration to us, when we reflect 
upon the moral courage of Ireland. 
And each year St. Patrick's day 
should find us stronger in our loyalty 
to God and His true church. 



_,, ,,. . We look forward ex- 

The Mission . ., . T»/r .■ -^T 

p. pectantly to Martm V. 

Merle's r em i n i s cent 
drama of the early days of the "squat- 
ters" in California, when ruthless men 
seized upon the mission property. 
"Where paradise once bloomed anew, 
Till avarice of Godless men 
Seized flock, and herd and land, and 

then 
Strew ashes where the roses grew." 

There are no pains being spared to 
produce this drama on an elaborate 
and artistic scale. We venture the 
prediction that it will be as appealing 
and as full of exquisite feeling as 
"Constantine" or "The Passion Play." 
The author, Mr. Merle, is himself di- 



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reeling the rehearsals and infusing his 
whole spirit into the parts. The play 
will be staged next May under the 
auspices of the Senior Dramatic Club. 



Meeting of 
Student Body 



A regular meeting of 
the Student Body was 
called on Thursday, 
' March 13th. Important matters were 
discussed, President Tramuto'lo 
speaking on the appointment of a 
committee on rules. The by-laws of 
the body have so frequently been 
amended that it is almost impossible 
to transact important business. Many 
members have but a vague idea of 
these by-laws, owing to the fact that 
it is very hard to find printed copies 
of them. We are glad to see a com- 
mittee to look into this important mat- 
ter. As "Chauncey" Tramutolo will 
be remembered by future Santa Clar- 
ans as the first President of the Uni- 
versity's Student Body, we hope to 
see his incumbency become a prece- 
dent for them to follow. 



We are pleased to see 
Law Library that the Law Library 

is steadily increasing. 
Just recently it received the first in- 
stallment of a new set of reports from 
Mr. James P. Sex, Professor of Crim- 
inal Law in the University. 



"The Misson The Senior Dramatic 
Play of club of the University 

Santa Clara" of Santa Clara is now 
prepared to make public for the first 



time the complete cast for their forth- 
coming production of "The Mission 
Play of Santa Clara," by Martin V. 
Merle, A. M., '06. Weeks have been 
devoted to the tryouts for the various 
roles, and after careful deliberation 
Mr. Merle, who is himself directing 
the production, has finally chosen the 
following cast : Padre Jose Maria del 
Real, Dion Holm, '12; Don Fernande 
Castanares, August M. Aguirre, '07', 
Don Antonio Alvarado, George J. 
Mayerle, Jr., '11; Captain Harry Mal- 
ison, U. S. Army, Robert J. Flood, '13; 
Don Luis Castarnares, Percy O'Con- 
nor, '13; Soquel, Harry McGowan, '13; 
Jack Moseley, Adolph Canelo, '15; 
Risdon, Frank Boone, '13; Andrews, 
George Nicholson, '15; Pablo, William 
Geha, Special ; Don Ramon Hernan- 
dez, John Sheehy, '15; Don Alfredo, 
Myles Fitzgerald, '16; Sergeant 
Briggs, U. S. Army, Errol Ouill, '17; 
Padre Felipe, Robert Ryan, '15; Son- 
ora, Edward Ford, '15 ; Joaquin Mar- 
tinez, Edward J. Ferrario, '17, and Fra 
Miguel, James Lyons, '17. 

These are the principals only and 
over 100 additional students will be 
used in various roles of Dons Cabal- 
leros, Padres, Indians, Mexicans, va- 
queros, musicians, dancers, peons, 
neophytes and soldiers of the U. S. 
Army. An augmented orchestra un- 
der the direction of James Cunning- 
ham, S. J., and under the leadership 
of Prof. Orion, will play all of 
the entire act and incidental mu- 
sic. This music is to be made a 
feature of the production, and has 



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been chosen with that object in view. 
Besides the various numbers arranged 
for the orchestra, five slections have 
been written especially for the occa- 
sion by a well known young Califor- 
nia composer, Alfred Arriola. These 
special numbers consist of four Mexi- 
can dances, arranged for the mandolin 
and guitar and a dance for orchestra 
entitled "La Jota." Michael O'Sulli- 
van, the artist, who painted the entire 
production of the Santa Clara Passion 
Play, has been engaged to paint the 
scenes for "The Mission Play of Santa 
Clara," and he will have a rare oppor- 
tunity to do some very beautiful and 
picturesque work, as all of the scenes 
are laid in and around the famous old 
Santa Clara Mission. 

The first act shows the plaza, in 
front of the mission, with the mission 
cross in the foreground and the church 
in the background. The second act 
takes the audience into the fragrant 
garden of the Mission, with the old 
adobe fountain and the tiled walks and 
the vine-covered trellises. The last 
act is laid in the vineyard, where even 
today may be seen the olive grove 
planted by the padres in 1774. The 
lighting of these scenes will be gor- 
geous, the University Theater being 
equipped with one of the finest switch- 
boards in the state. 

One of the big situations in the play 
is the reproduction of the tremendous 
storm that followed the famous 
drought of 1846, and, in order to get 
this stupendous effect, a special device 
is being constructed on the stage. 



The management of the Senior Dra- 
matic Club have made special arrange- 
ments with the Southern Pacific rail- 
road to bring people from all parts of 
the state to witness the production of 
"The Mission Play," and special ex- 
cursions are now being formed. With 
this fact in view, an unprecedented de- 
mand for seat reservations in the Uni- 
versity Theater has already been made 
for the two performances originally 
scheduled, and the management, in or- 
der to meet the demand has decided 
to give two additional performances. 
The correct schedule for performances 
is now given out as follows : Wednes- 
day evening, May 14, Thursday even- 
ing. May 15, Saturday evening, May 
17, and Sunday afternoon, May 18. 
The curtain will rise at 8 o'clock 
sharp on all of the evening perform- 
ances and at 2 o'clock sharp at the per- 
formance to be given on the afternoon 
of May 18. The special trains will run 
to arrive just before all of the per- 
formances. Arrangements for these 
and for the special rates will be an- 
nounced later. Inasmuch as the en- 
tire proceeds of the production are to 
go to the building fund of the Univer- 
sity of Santa Clara, the leading people 
in both civic and social life throughout 
the state are manifesting an extraordi- 
nary interest in the undertaking, and 
many of them will act as patrons and 
patronesses of the affair. Prominent 
among these are His Grace, Archbish- 
op Riordan of San Francisco, and Mrs. 
Eleanor Martin. The full list of pat- 
rons and patronesses will be published 
later. 




Rev. Fr. Jos. MacQuaide, 
'86 A. B., W, Pastor of Sacred 

Heart Church, San Fran- 
cisco, has gone to New Mexico at the 
request of the Panama-Pacific Exposi- 
tion Directors to secure an appropria- 
tion for the New Mexico State Exhibit 
in 1915. 



Mr. WilHam Mansfield, Ex. 
'01 '01, is on a tour of the state 

in the employ of a moving- 
picture company. While stopping in 
San Jose lately, he paid a visit to his 
Alma Mater and entertained the stu- 
dents of the University with a series 
of very interesting rolls. 



'05 

sugar 
ier of 
Cuba. 



Angelo Quevedo, A. B., '05, 

of Jovellanos, Cuba, who 

has been engaged in the 

business, is now chief cash- 

the American Sugar Co. in 

Mr. Quevedo's business career 



on the Island has been characterized 



by rapid promotion to offices of in- 
creasing responsibility. 



'05 



John Leibert, Ex. '05, has 
been heard from in Vancovi- 
ver, B. C. It is a far cry 
from bellringer to building contractor, 
but John has taken the leap gracefully. 
Many of the old boys will recall the 
joy with which they greeted the ring- 
ing of the old yard bell, as handled by 
him, when called from class-room or 
to refectory. We are not so sure 
about the six A. M. bell. 



Mr. Clephane Fortune, Ex. 
'06 '06, and Mr. Marcel Lohse, 

Ex. '08, dropped in on their 
way to Santa Cruz. As Clephane is 
about to seek the oil fields of Texas 
as a speculator, we wish him all suc- 
cess. Mr. Lohse is at present work- 
ing for an Electrical Company of San 
Francisco, but is thinking seriously of 
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opportunity is offered him of greater 
success. 



'07 



Fred J. Sigwart, '07, who 
has added an M. D. to his 
name, a wife to his house- 
hold and a young son to his family, is 
about to hang out his shingle in Sac- 
ramento. The good wishes of the 
Redwood go with him. 



'10 



Charley Freine, A. B., '10, 
the star first baseman of the 
1905 and 1906 Baseball Var- 
sity team, has developed into a the- 
atrical magnate of the first water. 
Latest advices from him inform us 
that he is now the manager of the Or- 
pheum Theatre in Nampa, Idaho. 
Charley has developed unsuspected 
talents. 



Edmond S. Lowe, A. B., 
'11 '11, is also rising rapidly in 

the theatrical world. Since 
his graduation he has been a valued 
member of the Stock Company at the 
Alcazar Theatre in San Francisco, and 
his rise has been extraordinarily 
rapid. During the present season he 



has appeared in a number of promi- 
nent roles and is more than fulfilling 
all that was predicted for him. 



Bradley Dougherty, Ex. '11, 
'11 of San Jose, returned home 

from Europe on the 16th of 
last month. He brings news of Fa- 
ther Geo. Golden Fox, S. J., who is 
studying in Posillipo, Naples, Italy. 
Fr. Fox sends his best wishes and as- 
sures us that he is terribly homesick. 
He is to be ordained in July of this 
year, and then we will see him again. 
Brad, did not stay away very long, 
having left here in the middle of De- 
cember. 



Working in conjunction with the 
committee for the Senior Ball was an 
auxilliary committee composed of 
several members of the alumni. This 
committee was on hand to steer 
around the old boys who were for- 
tunate enough to receive a bid to the 
initial dance. It comprised Martin V. 
Merle, A. M., '06, as chairman, and 
Elmer Westlake, Roy Bronson, A. 
B. '12; Dion Holm, '12; Frank Hef- 
fernan, A. B., '08, and Joesph McDev- 
itt. 




The expression "success" and "San- 
ta Clara" have always been very close- 
ly connected in days gone by. Along 
intellectual lines Alma Mater seems 
to have had an unlimited amount of 
success, and on the field of sports she 
has been equally fortunate. This year 
has proven to be no exception. 

However, turning to the sports 
where brain, skill, heart and intellect 
are essential, and where interest is 
centered at this particular time, we 
find success still pursuing the numer- 
ous teams. The baseball team, al- 
though getting a somewhat indiffer- 
ent start, is fast rounding into condi- 
tion. It has scored some well earned 
victories of late, and from present in- 
dications the wonderful reputation 
that Santa Clara has achieved in the 
baseball world will be amply upheld 
by the 1913 "flingers." 

Casting attention toward the cinder 
path, we find a team that would do 
honor to any University. Surely it is 
the equal and perhaps the superior of 



any that has ever represented the Mis- 
sion town in this sport. It is a matter 
of some difficulty to say exactly what 
the team is capable of doing as a 
whole, for up to the present time there 
have been very few meets of much 
import. In the numerous indoor 
meets held in San Francisco, Santa 
Clara has been ably represented. The 
individual stars have certainly shown 
their worth by being returned victors 
over men who are not only known in 
this vicinity for their athletic ability, 
but whose reputations are national. 
Observing closely the material that 
is daily working out on the track we 
seem to be justified in saying that 
Santa Clara will have a team that will 
be able to cope favorably with the in- 
stitutions of the same grade in the 
State. 



BASEBALL. 

There has been an awakening* of 
spirit on the Mission campus from the 
fact that a great improvement has 



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taken place in regard to the work of 
the baseball team. The one great 
trouble to date seems to be the incon- 
sistency shown in many of their 
games. As an instance we may recall 
to mind the two games played be- 
tween Santa Clara and the Sac'ra- 
mento Coast League team. In the 
first game Santa Clara played excel- 
lent ball, and hit in a creditable fash- 
ion, while in the second game they 
seemed to "fall down" in almost every 
department of the game. What the 
team needs and has needed most is 
some hard and sincere practice to per- 
fect their team work, and also among 
the players themselves a little more of 
the harmony which is necessary for a 
successful team. 

The game played in Sacramento on 
March 9th, ended with the score stand- 
ing 2 to 1, with Santa Clara on the 
long end. Santa Clara won in the 
ninth frame when Bessolo got on first 
after hitting safely to left, and 
crossed the home plate after Ramage 
had lined out a three-bagger to deep 
center. The feature of the game was 
the pitching of Snook, the former Sac- 
ramento High School twirler, whose 
curves had the leaguers guessing at all 
periods of the game, and were, to a 
great extent, responsible for Santa 
Clara's victory. 

In the game on Sunday, the 10th, 
there was a complete reversal of the 
Saturday order, Sacramento wiping 
out their defeat of the day before, by 
switching the score to 13 to 1 in their 
favor. 



Nino, the Santa Clara pitcher, had 
plenty of speed, but this seemed to be 
no obstacle to Sacramento's hitting 
ability, as they hit the ball almost at 
will, and also used their batting eyes 
to the extent of obtaining eight walks. 

On Wednesday last the team jour- 
neyed to Livermore to clash with the 
Oakland Club of the Coast League. 

Voight started the game for the Mis- 
sion team, but "got off bad" and be- 
fore the third man was retired in the 
first inning Oakland had succeeded in 
gathering seven runs. Santa Clara 
then settled down and after this in- 
ning played superb ball, but were not 
able to overcon'.e the lead gained in 
the first inning', although during the 
game the hon^e team was successful 
in obtaining lane scores, and finished 
only two run » behind their opponents, 
who piled up a total of 11 runs. 

Ramage, Whalen, Zarick, Tram- 
utolo and Ybarrando all played a good 
game, and were well up in the hitting 
column. 

Manager White has secured another 
game for the 19th of March, and the 
boys will be given a chance to turn 
the tables on the more experienced 
leaguers. 

On Sunday last the home team took 
an easy game from the Columbia team 
of San Francisco. Nino took the box 
from the start and pitched a good 
brand of ball, ably backed by the re- 
mainder of the team. In this game 
the boys showed more team work than 
heretofore, the value of which showed 
to advantage often during the game. 



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Ramage, Whalen and Captain Zar- 
ick, all hit the ball hard and were re- 
sponsible for a number of Santa 
Clara's runs. Noonan made the 
longest hit of the season, a long fly 
over the left fielder's head, and sent 
Whalen over the home plate, himself 
covering the circuit on the same drive. 

Ramage and Milburn also did some 
fine base running each having a cou- 
ple of stolen bases to his credit. 



TRACK. 



Captain Bert F. Hardy of the Track 
Team has had a large squad at work 
for the last three or four weeks, and 
hopes to have the work of elimination 
completed before the arrival of Dad 
Moulton, who will take charge of the 
team in the near future. 

Best, Bronson, Momson, Fitzpat- 
rick, MacCauley, Milburn, Caspers 
and Haskamp are some of last year's 
men who are again out for the team. 

Captain Hardy has announced the 
schedule for the coming season as fol- 
lows : April 5th, Olympic Club, at 
Santa Clara ; April 13th, Pastime Club 



at Santa Clara ; April 26th, Nevada 
University at Reno. 

A number of meets have also been 
arranged for which no dates have been 
set. Among them are meets with the 
California Farm, Stanford and College 
of Pacific. 

The Santa Clara hurdlers and mid- 
dle-distance men, especially, are show- 
ing good form. Benneson is again in 
a suit and will take good care of the 
mile and half-mile races. Much is also 
expected of Schino, his running mate, 
who has been making good time. 
Noonan and Fitzpatrick are both 
working out well in the high barriers, 
and Fitzpatrick has covered the 100 
yards in 12 2-5 seconds. 



BASKETBALL. 

The basketball season has practical- 
ly come to a close and little remains 
to be said of this line of sport. The 
quintet went through a hard schedule 
of games, and the results will show 
that they performed with credit to 
themselves and the University in each 
and every contest. 




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THAT ALL MEN SHOULD WEAR 



ecause 

They fit better, they have more 
style, and they wear better than 
all other makes 

_ Try a pair— Critic model 

English Style 

QUINN & BRODER 

WALK-OVER BOOT SHOP 

41 SOUTH FIRST STREET SAN JOSE, CALIFORNIA 

Have you ever experienced the convenience RATES TO STUDENTS 

of a ground floor gallery? 



Bushnell 

Fotografer 



Branch Studios: 4| ^Qyl\^ pjj-gt Street 

SAN FRANCISCO ^ t ^ , 

OAKLAND ^^^ Jose, uaL 



For classy College Hair Cut, go to the 

Antiseptic Barber Shop 

SEA SALT BATHS Basement Garden City Bank Building 



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Since it costs no more to be cor- 
rect, why do otherwise? Nothing 
helps a man more than well-tail- 
ored, fine fitting, attractive looking 
clothes 

If you want the best money can 
buy, then get acquainted with 
J. U. He guarantees every gar- 
ment to be right in style and fii, 
price and quality 

Yours very trnlij, 
J. U. WINNINGER 



IVA S. Frst Street 
San Jose, Cal. 



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of this store for exclusive styles, superior quality, and well- 
known values in Clothes for man or boy uill be fully sustained. 
Our representatives about the floor will be pleased to see you 
any time to tell you about them. You ivill be interested, we 
know, to see these extraordinary and exclusive lines of cloth- 
ing, hats, caps, neckwear and shirts 

Home of HART, SCHAFFNER and MARX FINE CLOTHES 



Santa Clara and Market Sts. 
San Jose, Cal. 



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for $5.50 




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San Jose, California 



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Not how cheap, but how good — 
If you'd buy here once 
You always would. 
The kind of clothes that gentlmen 
wear are made by 

HERNANDEZ 

12 North Second Street COLLEGE TAILOR 



V. SALBERG 2>^c per cue E. GADDI 

Umpire Pool Room 

Santa Clara, Cat. 

Mission OliVP Oil Absolutely Pure Virg mOH 
iYllOOlWll V-/11V^ V_/ll for Medicinal or Table Use 

MADDEN'S PHARMACY, Agents 

FRANKLIN STREET SANTA CLARA, CAL. 

Wm. J. McKagney, Secretary R. F. McMahon, President 

McMahon-McKagney Co., Inc. 

52 West Santa Clara St. San Jose, Cal. 

THE STORE THAT SAVES YOU MONEY 

Carpets, Draperies, Furniture, Linoleums and Window Shades 
Telephone, San Jose 4192 Upholstering 

TRUNKS AND SUIT CASES FOR VACATION 

WALLETS, FOBS, TOILET SETS, ART 
LEATHER, UMBRELLAS, ETC., ETC. 



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77 NORTH FIRST ST., SAN JOSE 



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It's unnecessary to concentrate 



all one's attention on the matter of clothes, in 
order to be well dressed — yet the man who doesn't 
occasionally give some thought to the subject these 
days, is making a real mistake. 
By all means give serious and sufificient attention 
to the selection of a style, pattern and color best 
suited to your individual needs. You can safely 
leave the rest of it to us, most of the well-dressed 
men in town do. 

SCHLOSS-BALTIMORE CLOTHES 

are displayed by us in a wide variety of colors, 
patterns and models, and each garment has been 
so faultlessly drafted and tailored, that a wise se- 
lection can be quickly made, and we are glad to 
help you. 

THAD. W. HOBSON CO. 



16 to 22 W. Santa Clara 



SAN JOSE, CAL. 



Dr. Wong Him 



Phones : West 6870 

Home S 3458 



Residence 

1268 OTarrell Street 

Between Gough and Octavia 

San Francisco, Cal, 



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MANUEL MELLO 



Dealer in 
Boots and 

Shoes 




904 Franklin Street Santa Clara 

The Santa Clara 

Coffee Club 

Invites you to its rooms 
to read, rest, and enjoy 
a cup of excellent coffee 

Open from 6 a. m. to 10:30 p. m. 

Telephones 

Office: Franklin 3501 
Residence: Franklin 6029 

Dr. Francis J. Colligan 

DENTIST 



Hours: 9 to S 1615 Polk Street 

Evenings: 7 to 8 Cor. Sacramento 

Sundays by appointment San Francisco 



Oberdeener's Pharmacy 

Prescription Druggists 

Kodaks and Supplies 
Post Cards 



Franklin Street 



Santa Clara, Cal. 



Phone, San Jose 3802 

Angelus Hotel 

G. T. NINNIS Proprietor 

European plan. Newly furnished rooms, with 

hot and cold water; steam heat 

throughout. 

Suites with private bath. 
Open all night 

67 NORTH FIRST STREET 

San Jose, Cailfornia 



The Mission Bank 
of Santa Clara 

(COMMERCIAL AND SAVINGS^ 

Solicits Your Patronage 

When in San Jose, Visit 

CHARGINS' 

Restaurant, Grill and 
Oyster Mouse 

~w 

28-30 Fountain Street 
Bet. First and Second San Jose 

Sallows & Rorke 

Ring us for a hurry-up 
Delivery :: :: :: 

Phone S. C. 13R 



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These Low Rates Will Aid 
Your Friends in the East to 
Find a Home in Calif 



In Effect March 15 to April 15, 1913, inclusive 

VIA 

SOUTHERN PACIFIC LINES 



SOME OF THE RATES: 

FROM FROM 

Sioux City $31 95 New Orleans $3,1 00 

Omaiia 30 00 Oklahoma City 30 00 

Kansas City 30 00 Memphis 37 00 

Denver 30 00 St. Paul 37 85 

Houston 32 50 Chicago 38 00 

St. Louis 37 00 New York 55 00 

NOTE — Deposit your money with the nearest Agent and he will arrange by 

telegraph for delivery of ticket and cash if required, to 

your relative or friend in the East 



Rail and Steamship Tickets Sold to All Points 



A. A. HAPGOOD E. SHILLINGSBURG 

City Ticket Agent Dist. Pass. Agent 

40 -EAST SANTA CLARA STREET -40 



Southern Pacific 






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STYLISH TAILORING 
FOR~iVlEN WHO CARE 



A well dressed man attracts favor- 
able attention at all times. You 
can be well dressed in one of 
my suits made to your measure 
from ^25.00 and up. 



JOHN J. O'CONNOR 

FASHIONABLE TAILOR 



"Dress Swell, you may as well' 



1043 Market Street 

Bet. 6th and 7th 



San Francisco 
California 




QUALITY CANDIES AND ICE CREAM 

Spend your money with Clark and put it in circulation 

STUDENTS 

The Redwood depends upon its 
advertisers for its existence, it is 
up to you to support tliose who 
support you 



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Things They Didn't Do 



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Now Caesar may have conquered Gaul and drove these hordes far north 
From "Sunny It' " and beauteous Rome whenever he marched him forth; 
And Cicero may have thrown the bull to Roman crowds galore, 
And thru the Forum raised his voice a full score times or more; 
And Horace may have written odes that Emperors, Consuls, Kings 
Rejoiced to hear reread again " 'tis the Muse that in them sings"; 
Tho o'er in Greece those Orators who stirred the patriot's soul 
Awaked courage that once made King Phillip hunt his hole; 
Tho all these famous men of old, whose names we read about. 
Compel us now to thumb their works and seek their meaning out, 
One thing must yet appease us, and fill our hearts with hope — 
THEY had no handy place to buy all necessary dope. 

Now just suppose for argument, that Caesar wants some gum, 

Or Horace needs a "Waterman" from which the ink will run, 

That old Demosthenes has grown full grumpy at this world 

And needs a "rough-neck" sweater that will keep him from the cold. 

Or that Cicero has strained his voice denouncing Cataline — 

'Tis "Jujubes" that will fix his throat far better than all quinine. 

Just think how handy all would be for these old fogies, lad, 

If they were near the CO-OP STORE where all things may be had. 

Their gum would come in packages, their pens and "rough-necks" red. 

And rugs and pennants, pillow tops, track shoes, bats and balls 

With shoe strings, bath robes, soap and hop, and "Navajoes" for their bed. 

With chaping dishes, coffeepots, for the feeds in Senior Hall. 

All these they had not at their call — no handy place to buy 

All articles from "Pall Mall" pills, to shaving sticks or pie. 

So envy not the ancients for their vast and classic lore. 

We have it on them just a mile— THEY had no CO-OP STORE 



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Pratt-Low Preserving Company 

PACKERS OF CANNED FRUITS AND VEGETABLES 

FRUITS IN GLASS A SPECIALTY 

SANTA CLARA CALIFORNIA 



^Our line is dependable and our 

^ prices are right 

; I We solicit your orders at the 

I University Drug Co. 

'-'I Cor. Santa Clara & Second St. SAN JOSE, CAL. 



Phone Temporary 140 

A. PALADINI 

WHOLESALE AND RETAIL 

FISH DEALER 



Fresh, Salt, Smoked, Pickled, and Dried Fish 

205 MERCHANT STREET SAN FRANCISCO 

Trade with Us for 

Good Service and Good Prices 

Special Prices Given in Quantity Purchases 
Try Us and Be Convinced 

VARGAS BROS. & COMPANY 

Phone Santa Clara 120 SANTA CLARA 

Telephone, Oakland 2777 



Hasans 



MEN'S TAILORING 
FOREIGN AND DOMESTIC WOOLENS 

521 12th Street OAKLAND, CAL. 



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MAY, 1913 

MISSION PLAY NUMBER 



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University of Santa Clara 



SANTA CLARA, CALIFORNIA 



The University embraces the following departments: 

A. THE COLLEGE OF PHILOSOPHY AND 

LETTERS. 

A four' years' College course, leading to the degree 
of Bachelor of Arts. 

B. THE COLLEGE OF GENERAL SCIENCE. 

A four years' College course, leading to the degree 
of Bachelor of Science. 

C. THE INSTITUTE OF LAW. 

A standard three years' course of Law, leading to 
the degree of Bachelor of Laws, and pre-supposing 
for entrance the completion of two years of study 
beyond the High School. 

D. THE COLLEGE OF ENGINEERING. 

(a) Civil Engineering — A four years' course, lead- 
ing to the degree of Bachelor of Science in Civil 
Engineering. 

(b) Mechanical Engineering — A four years' course 
leading to the degree of Bachelor of Science in Me- 
chanical Engineering. 

(c) Electrical Engineering — A four years' course 
leading to the degree of Bachelor of Science in Elec- 
trical Engineering. 

E. THE COLLEGE OF ARCHITECTURE. 

A four years' course, leading to the degree of Bach- 
elor of Science in Architecture. 

F. THE PRE-MEDICAL COURSE. 

A two years' course of studies in Chemistry, Bac- 
teriology, Biology and Anatomy, which is recom- 
mended to students contemplating entrance into 
medical schools. Only students who have com- 
pleted two years of study beyond the High School 
are eligible for this course. 



JAMES P. MORRISSEY, S. J., - - President 

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$50.00 Reward! 



TO ANY 



Santa Clara College Student 



Whose appearance can't be improved 
and who can't obtain an absolutely 
perfect fit in one of my famous "L 
SYSTEM" Clothes for College Fellows 



BILLY HOBSON 

BILLY HOBSON'S CORNER 
24 South First Street - - SAN JOSE, CALIFORNIA 




The ''Clean-up" Hitter 

Is a bigger man than the Governor — for the moment 
- if he "delivers." Anyway, he has at least the 
chance of an even break if the Cork Center is being 
used, because it has just that much more ''go" to it 
than the old style rubber core ball. 
The Cork Center has solved the problem of how to 
help the batter, because, while it is livelier than the 
old style rubber core ball, it is not too much so. 

The Spalding Official National League Cork Center ball, price SI. 25, is ttie official 
ball of ttie world series, and will be for twenty years 

A. G. SPALDING & BROS. 

158 GEARY STREET, SAN FRANCISCO, CAL. 



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FOSS & HICKS CO 



No. 35 West Santa Clara Street 
SAN JOSE 



Real Estate, Loans 
Investments 



A Select and Up-to-date List of Just Such Properties as the 
Home Seeker and Investor Wants 



INSURANCE 

Fire, Life and Accident in tlie Best Companies 

L. F. SWIFT, President LEROY HOUGH, Vice-President E. B. SHUGERT, Treasurer 

DIRECTORS— L. F. Swift, Leroy Hough, Henry J. Crocker, W. D. Dennett, 

Jesse W. Lilientlnal 

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Western Meat Company 

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General Office, Sixth and Townsend Streets - San Francisco, Cal. 

Cable Address STEDFAST, San Francisco. Codes, Al. A B C 4th Edition 

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PUBLISHED 
SEIWI-WEEKLY 



B. DOWNING, EDITOR 



OUR JOB PRINTING 
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San Jose Engraving Company 



Photo Engraving 
Zinc Etchings 
Half Tones 



Do you want a half-tone for a program or pamphlet? None can make it better 

SAN JOSE ENGRAVING COMPANY 

32 LIGHTSTON STREET SAN JOSE, CAL 



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Branch at Clark's 176-182 South First Street 

San Jose 

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Picnic Lunches 



HOTEL MONTGOMERY 

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Most business men like good office stationery 

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MANUEL MELLO 

1^^ Dealer in 
["^ ' o\ Boots and 

J *X Shoes 

904 Franklin Street Santa Clara 


O'Connor Sanitariuni 


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Training School for Nurses 

IN CONNECTION 

CONDUCTED BY 
SISTERS OF CHARITY 

Race and San Carlos Streets San Jose 


Telephone, San Jose 3496 

I'.F.Sourisseau 

Manufacturing 
JEWELER 

143 S. First St. SAN JOSE 


Men's Clothes Shop 

Gents' Furnishings 
Hats and Shoes 

PAY LESS AND DRESS BETTER 

E. H. ALDEN 

Phone Santa Clara 74 R 1054 Franklin St. 


Enterprise LaunJr J Co. 

Perfect 
Satisfaction 
Guaranteed 


Young Men's Furnishings 

All the Latest Styles in 

Neckwear, Hosiery and Gloves 

Young Men's Suits 

and Hats 

O'Brien's SantaClara 


867 Sherman Street 
I. RUTH, Agent - 1037 Franklin Street 


ALDERMAN'S 
NEWS AGENCY 

Stationery, Blank Books, Etc. 

Cigars and Tobacco 

Baseball and Sporting Goods 

Fountain Pens of All Kinds 

Next to Postoffice Santa Clara 
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M.&M. 

Billiard Parlor 

GEO. E. MITCHELL 

PROP. 

SANTA CLARA 

Pool 2>4 Cents per Cue 

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p. Montmayeur E. Lamolie J. Origlia 

LamoUe Grill^-^ 

36-38 North First Street, San Jose. Cal. 

Phone Main 403 MEALS AT ALL HOURS 




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Mayerle's German Eyewater 

DOES TO YOUR EYES YOU WOULDN'T 
BE WITHOUT IT A SINGLE DAY 

At Druggisb.^ sector 65c by Gcorgc Maycrlc, German Expert Optician 

960 Market Street, San Francisco 

Jacob Eberhard, Pres. and Manager John J. Eberhard, Vice-Pres. and Ass't Manager 

EBERHARD TANNING CO. 
Tanners, Curriers and Wool Pullers 

Harness-Latigo and Lace Leather Sole and Upper Leather, Calf, Kip and Sheepskins 

Eberhard's Skirting Leather and Bark Woolskin 

Santa Clara - California 

Founded 1851 Incorporated 1858 Accredited by State University, 1900 

College Notre Dame 

SAN JOSE, CALIFORNIA SIXTIETH YEAR 

COURSES 
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Intermediate and Primary Classes for Younger Children 



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Awards Diplomas Founded 1899 

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JOHN STOCK SONS 

71-77 South First St., San Jose 



Our line of SHAVING Articles is complete. 

Safety and Common Razors of ail l<inds 

Gillett's Razors $5.00 Shaving Brusli. 25c up 

Keen Kutter " 3.50 Strops 50c up 

Ever Ready " 1.00 Strop Dressing 10c 

Enders " 1 00 Slnaving Soap 25c 

Sharp Shave" .50 Extra Blades, all kinds 

Every Razor Guaranteed 



ROLL BROS. 

Real Estate and 
Insurance 

Call and See Us if You Want 
Anything in Our Line 



1129 Franklin St. 



Santa Clara 



Phones : 
Office S. C. 39 R Residence S. C. 1 Y 



DR. H. O. F. MENTON 
Dentist 

Office Hours, 9 a. m. to 5 p, m. 



959 Main Street 



Santa Clara 



S. A. Elliott & Son 

Plumbing 

and 
Gas Fitting 

GUN AND LOCKSMITHING 

Telephone S. C. 70 J 
902-910 Main Street Santa Clara, Cal. 



Ravenna Paste Company 

Manufacturers of All Kinds of 
ITALIAN AND FRENCH 

Paste 

Phone San Jose 787 
127-131 N. Market Street San Jose 

San Jose Transfer Co. 

MOVES EVERYTHING 
THAT IS LOOSE 

Phone San Jose 78 

Office, 62 East Santa Clara Street, San Jose 

THERE IS NOTHING BETTER 

THAN OUR 

Bouquet Teas 

at 50 cents per pound 

Even Though You Pay More 

Ceylon, English Breakfast and 
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CONTENTS 




SILHOUETTES _ _ - - Charles D. South 


301 


LA MISSION SANTA CLARA - - Martin V. Merle 


302 


THE MISSION PLAY OF SANTA CLARA _ _ _ 


306 


THE SKYLARK AND THE POETS - Edward O'Connor 


310 


COME Rack ! come rope ! - Wm. Stewart Cannon 


314 


THE MISSION BELL _ - - Charles D. South 


317 


JUST LUCK - _ - _ Rodney A. Yoell 


320 


THE DESERT WAY - - - - F. Schilling 


324 


EDITORIAL __----- 


328 


EXCHANGES _ - - - - - 


331 


UNIVERSITY NOTES _ _ - _ - 


334 


ALUMNI _ - . - - 


337 


ATHLETICS _-__--- 


341 




MARTIN V. MERLE. A. M., '06 
AUTHOR OF 

"THE MISSION PLAY OF SANTA CLARA" 



PHOTO BY GEO, FRASER, s F. 



Entered Dec. 18, 1902, at Santa Clara, Cal., as second-class matter, under Act of Congress of March 3, 1879 

VOL. XII SANTA CLARA, CAL., MAY, 1913 No. 7 



Silhouettes. 



In the old mission tower of Saint Clare 

I lingered as the sunset's parting ray 
Suffused the West with crimson. Far away, 

Along the ridges, silhouetted there 

Against the reflex glory, rose in air 

The forms of the Sequoian Kings who sway 
Forever where Hesperian elfins play 

Amid the tangle o'er the grizzly's lair. 

The crimson purpled into blue, and then, 

O'er all Eve's veil, with jewels sparkling, fell. 
And lo! the darkled silhouettes are men 

In robe and cowl; the padres live again! 

While to the Night, of halcyon Day to tell 

And glories past, leans Serra's sad-voiced bell. 

CHAS. D. SOUTH. 



LA MISSION SANTA CLARA 



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N THE 12th day of 
January, 1777, two 
Franciscan Padres, 
de la Pena and Mar- 
guia, followers of the 
venerable J u n i p ero 
Seri^a, paused on the bank of the 
Guadalupe, a beautiful stream of water 
that flowed its serpentine way through 
fields of golden poppies, under the 
shade of countless willows and oaks, 
and found its outlet in the headwaters 
of San Francisco Bay. There they 
planted a rude cross of wood, and 
blessing it they called the site Santa 
Clara in honor of the Abbess Saint 
Clare. With the aid of a band of faith- 
ful Indians, who made the site their 
rendezvous because of the excellent 
salmon fishing in the stream, they 
erected a few primitive buildings of 
adobe and willow boughs, and for two 
years flourished and prospered both in 
teaching the Faith to the natives and 
raising crops and cattle in abundance. 
But they were not to be free from 
the many discouragements and set- 
backs that followed in the trail of the 
holy Franciscans, for, in 1779, the 
waters of the Guadalupe rose to a de- 
structive height and washed out all of 
their material work. Undaunted, how- 
ever, and with a zeal and determina- 
tion that won for them many future 
triumphs, the two holy men set about 



and selected a second site for the Mis- 
sion, this time on higher ground and 
over half a mile from the original site. 
On November 9th, 1781, they laid the 
foundation for a large Mission Church 
and Mission Buildings, and three years 
later the new church was dedicated by 
the venerable Padre Serra, then Padre 
Presidente of all the Missions of Cali- 
fornia. It was the most beautiful and 
elaborate church erected up to that 
time in California. But success was not 
yet to be theirs, for two earthquakes, 
the first in 1812 and the second in 
1818, all but demolished the buildings 
and forced the Padres to vacate them 
and look for a third site. 

The new site selected was situated 
about one hundred and fifty yards 
from the second' one, due west, on a 
spot called by the Indians, "Gerguen- 
sen"— the Valley of Oaks. The Mis- 
sion church and buildings were begun 
in 1818 and finally dedicated in 1822. 
On August 11th, of that year. Padre 
Serra performed the ceremony and 
started the Mission on a flourishing 
career that bore out its promises until 
1837, when it was affected by the sec- 
ularization edict of Ramon Estrada, 
who was Governor of California at the 
time. 

In agricultural advantages Santa 
Clara was deemed second only to San 
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both good, thus early foreshadowing 
the heavy harvests and rich pastures 
for which the whole Santa Clara Valley 
is now known throughout the world. 
The Indian population was very large 
in the flourishing years of Santa Clara. 
The converts and catechumens Vv'ere 
employed in the fields among the 
livestock, and at various kinds of me- 
chanical labor. In one part of the Mis- 
sion buildings were rooms set aside 
for spinning wool, weaving cloth, 
making shoes, clothes, candles and 
soap. In other parts carpenters, 
blacksmiths, saddlers, tanners and oth- 
ers plied their trades. 

Three different Indian languages 
were spoken at Mission Santa Clara. 
Two of these were similar, but the 
third was altogether different. 
As there was very little in- 
clination on the part of the natives 
to learn reading and writing, both arts 
were taught only to those who showed 
desire and capacity for them. The 
virtues especially noticeable among 
the Indians were love for their rela- 
tives, submissiveness, and modesty in 
dress among the women. Their vices 
consisted principally of lying, stealing, 
gambling, immoralities of all descrip- 
tion and race-suicide. They were all 
of a very superstitious nature and at 
times fell to demon worship and sor- 
cery. 

In 1843, by a decree of Micheltor- 
ena, twelve of the Missions were re- 
turned to the management of the 
Franciscan Padres and among the 
number was Santa Clara. Much of 



the Mission land and two-thirds of the 
cattle and sheep had disappeared dur- 
ing the time of secularization, and 
these were never returned to the Mis- 
sion. 

Many holy men were connected with 
Mission Santa Clara from the time of 
Padres de la Pena and Marguia to the 
last of the Franciscan superiors. Padre 
Jose Maria del Real. But no figure 
in the entire history of the California 
Missions stands out in such bold relief 
as the Holy Magin Catala. This ven- 
erable man came to Santa Clara prob- 
ably in 1794, though the exact date of 
his arrival is not known. The Mission 
records show that he baptized an in- 
fant boy in the Mission church on Sep- 
tember 1st, of that year, bringing the 
then total of baptisms in Santa Clara 
to 2510. From the day of his arrival 
Fr. Magin Catala remained at Santa 
Clara until his death, which did not 
occur until November 22nd, 1830. 
Durine those thirty-six years he la- 
bored zealously and faithfully at Santa 
Clara and never absented himself from 
the Mission except on the occasion of 
the founding of Mission San Juan 
Bautista on June 24th, 1797. He as- 
sisted the Padres at Mission San Jose 
in administering baptism to the multi- 
tude of converts that applied for ad- 
mission, but as the lands of Mission 
San Jose joined those of Mission San- 
ta Clara, he was not beyond the lim- 
its of his own beloved Mission. Cat- 
ala was famed for his sanctity and, 
when he died, the universal cry of his 
sorrowing people was "The Saint has 



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left us." Miracles are attributed to 
him and descendants of those who wit- 
nessed many of them are still alive. 
The most famous miracle he per- 
formed was the miracle of the rain, 
which occurred in 1824, the first year 
on record that the Santa Clara Valley 
suffered from a drought. It had not 
rained during the entire preceding 
Winter, nor in the Spring that suc- 
ceded it. Cattle perished, crops 
failed, and the people were in depair. 
They appealed to Fr. Magin and in 
answer to his prayers God sent a storm 
that lasted for eight days, and the 
water in the streams rose so high that 
many people could not return to their 
distant homes for some time. Steps 
have been taken to investigate the life 
and works of the holy man with a view 
of eventually having him canonized 
by Holy Church. This investigation 
was begun by His Grace, the Most 
Rev. Joseph Sadoc Alemany, D. D., 
Archbishop of San Francisco, on No- 
vember 24th, 1882. 

After Catala's death, evil times fell 
on the Mission Santa Clara, and, in 
1846, at the time of the American in- 
vasion, it saw exciting and trouble- 
some times. Land agents, immigrants 
and land jumpers gave the Padre Su- 
perior considerable trouble by endeav- 
oring to take possesion of the Mission 
property and buildings. An unscrupu- 
lous land agent, sent from Washing- 
ton to inspect the Spanish land grants, 
with an eye to his own piratical ends, 
was seized with a desire to possess the 
Mission for himself, realizing the ad- 



vantages of its wonderful cultivation 
and the broad area of its lands. With 
a band of followers he set up camps in 
the old orchard and vineyard, refusing 
to leave on an order from the Padre 
Superior. The Mission was legally 
protected by its landgrant issued by 
Viceroy Bucarelli, in 1776. The land 
agent, alive to the fact that the grant 
stood between him and his purpose, 
bribed a renegade Indian to steal the 
grant, which was secreted with other 
valuables under the main altar in the 
church. This is a noticeable instance 
of the ingratitude of some of the In- 
dians toward their priestly instructors. 
With the grant in his possession, the 
land agent, after attempting to file in 
his own name in Monterey, raided the 
Mission, but was driven off by a young 
officer in the United States army who, 
with a troop of cavalry, came from 
Monterey to the rescue of the Mission. 
Unfortunately, no two authors seem 
to agree on dates, events and general 
matter concerning the Missions of 
California. Many of them, no doubt, 
have not had access to the old records 
that were kept by the Padres them- 
selves, many of which are in an excel- 
lent state of preservation. It is fairly 
well authenticated that Padre Jose 
Maria del Real was the last of the 
Franciscans to rule Mission Santa 
Clara. After his death, what remained 
of the Mission buildings and lands 
was turned over to the Rev. John No- 
bili, of the Society of Jesus, by Rt. 
Rev. Joseph Sadoc Alemany, the Bish- 
op of the Diocese of San Francisco. 



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On March 19th, 1851, with one hun- 
dred and fifty dollars and a brave 
heart, Rev. Father Nobili laid the 
foundation of the present University 
of Santa Clara. One or two of the 
old Mission buildings still remain, but 
they have been so transformed as to 
retain little of their old architecture. 
This has been forced in order to meet 
present demands. The Mission Church 
is practically a different structure, as 
the original was damaged from time 
to time by earthquakes. The walls 
have been rebuilt and a new ceiling 
put in, the latter being a reproduction 
of the original. Relics, such as altar 
decorations, statues, pictures, vest- 
ments, candelabra, missals, etc., 
are still intact, and the original Mis- 
sion bells, the gift of the King of 
Spain, still ring out their sweet chimes 
in the church tower. The Mission 
cross, encased in an outer covering of 
wood, in order to preserve it against 
the elements, stands in the plaza in 



front of the church. On December 
23rd, 1909, what was known as the 
Fathers' building and containing on 
the lower floor the old living quarters 
of the Mission, was completely de- 
stroyed by fire. 

On the site of Mission Santa Clara 
the new buildings of the greater Uni- 
versity of Santa Clara are rising, tes- 
timonials to Jesuit devotion and educa- 
tion. In a few years all trace of the 
old Mission will be removed. Such is 
the demand of the progress of time. 
No progress, however, can destroy 
memories that are rooted fast in the 
hearts of men, and long after the 
winds of time have blown the dust 
that will cover up even the footprints 
of the Franciscan Padres, who labored 
and suffered and died at Santa Clara, 
these memories will linger, holy and 
sweet, to be passed down, God willing, 
from generation to generation, until 
the end of time. 

MARTIN V. MERLE, '06. 



THE MISSION PLAY OF SANTA CLARA 



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HE Senior Dramatic 
Club of tlie Universi- 
ty of Santa Clara has 
the honor to announce 
the first production 
of "The Mission Play 
of Santa Clara", written by Martin V. 
Merle, A. M., '06, the author of "The 
Light Eternal", one of the Club's 
worthiest and most complete suc- 
cesses. Under the direction of Mr. Al- 
phonse J. Quevedo, S. J., the Club has 
been thoroughly reorganized and the 
production of The Mission Play will 
eclipse all former efforts in College 
dramatics. 

The production will take the 
form of a gigantic benefit for the 
Building Fund of the University of 
Santa Clara, for which generous 
friends are not lacking, though for 
the want of deeper thought on the 
matter of Christian Educational work, 
few realize its importance and the im- 
mense sacrifice it entails, and the mer- 
it there is in co-operating and sharing 
with Christian educators in their work 
for God and Country and the welfare 
of the young men of our generation 
who are to become the leaders of the 
generation of tomorrow. The faculty 
of the University has given its life- 
services freely and gladly to do the 
work. Those who would share with 
them in this great enterprise can do 



so most effectively by rendering ma- 
terial aid for the continuance and de- 
velopment of the work. Such an op- 
portunity is afforded by the production 
of "The Mission Play of Santa Clara", 
to which notable interest attaches in 
as much as the play will be produced 
on the site of the old Mission by stu- 
dents and members of the alumni of 
the pioneer institution of learning on 
the Pacific Coast, and the fact that the 
University was founded within the old 
adobe walls of the Mission itself. 

Four performances of this elaborate 
production will be given in the historic 
University Theatre on the following 
dates : Wednesday evening. May 14th ; 
Thursday evening, May 15th; Satur- 
day evening, May 17th and Sunday af- 
ternoon, May 18th. 

Arrangements have been made with 
the Railroad Companies whereby spe- 
cial excursions will be run to all per- 
formances, at greatly reduced rates. 
The rates are to be effective from May 
13th to 19th inclusive. Information 
regarding them can be had from 
local agents. 

The Santa Clara Mission, founded 
in 1777 by Padres de la Pena and Mar- 
guia, passed through a great crisis at 
the time of the American invasion in 
1846. That is the period the author 
has chosen for "The Mission 
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has set forth with fidelity and color, 
the struggles and privations, the suf- 
ferings and sacrifices and the too often 
forgotten heroism of the days of the 
Padres and the Dons. The Santa 
Clara Mission furnishes much of the 
early history of the State of California, 
being not many miles away from 
Monterey, where Commodore Sloat 
raised the first American flag on the 
7th of July, 1846. Padre Jose Maria 
del Real was the superior of the Mis- 
sion at the time, and how he held out 
against the efforts of an unscrupulous 
land agent from Washington, who at- 
tacked the Mission and attempted to 
take it by force, is graphically told in 
the play, the author ingeniously 
bringing forth the account of the sav- 
ing of the historic landmark. The 
plaza in front of the old Mission 
church, the beautiful old Mission gar- 
den where the holy Magin Catala was 
wont to walk, soft-footed, along the 
shaded, tiled walks, and the arch-sur- 
rounded vineyard, long since de- 
stroyed, are all faithfully reproduced 
as detailed settings for the stirring 
story of poetry and romance. There 
are twenty speaking parts in the play, 
and over one hundred students and 
members of the alumni will partici- 
pate in the production. 

"The Mission Play of Santa Clara" 
will be produced on the most elaborate 
scale ever undertaken in any similar 
effort. The play is in three acts and 
an epilogue, and the magnificent stage 
settings will be faithful reproductions 
of scenes in and around the old Santa 



Clara Mission. Michael O'Sullivan, 
the well known scenic artist, whose 
work in the Passion Play is a testimo- 
nial to his genius, has prepared three 
wonderful sets of scenery for this 
production ; and Goldstein & Com- 
pany, the San Francisco costumers, 
have brought the entire equipment of 
costumes from the City of Mexico. 
The light effects to be used in the Mis- 
sion Play will be the most effective 
result of months of experimenting, 
and the music, which is to be a special 
feature, under the direction of Mr. Ed- 
ward J. Cunningham, S. J., and the 
leadership of Prof. Orion, will be 
played by an augmented orchestra, 
besides a string quartette under the 
direction of Mr. Bert Hardy. Four 
Mexican dances and an entre act num- 
ber, "La Jota", have been especially 
written for the production by Alfred 
Arriola, the well-known California 
composer. 

The entire production will be staged 
personally by the author, Mr. Martin 
V. Merle, A. M., '06. A great many 
months have been given over to the 
careful preparation for this production 
and no expense or pains have been 
spared to make it the biggest dramatic 
event in the West. 

The complete cast for The Mission 
Play is as follows : — 
Padre Jose Maria del Real 

Dion Holm, '12. 

Don Fernando Castanares 

August M. Aguirre, '07. 

Don Antonio Alvarado 

George Mayerle, Jr. 



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Don lyuis Castanares 

Roy Emerson, '16 

Captain Harry Mallison, U. S. A.-- 

Robert J. Flood, '13. 

Soquel Harry W. McGowan, '13. 

Jack Moseley Adolph Canelo, '15. 

Risdon Frank G. Boone, '14. 

Don Ramon Hernandez 

John Sheehy, '15. 

Don Alfredo de la Pena 

Myies Fitzgerald, '16. 

Sergeant Briggs, U. S. A. 

i^rrol Quill, Fourth High. 

Andrews George Nicholson, '16. 

bonora Fdward Ford, '15. 

Pablo William Geha, First High. 

Ji^adre Felipe 

Fugene Simas, Third High. 

Fra Miguel 

James Lyons, Third High. 

Arquez Joseph Herlihy, '16. 

Chico Donald Traynham, Third High. 
Lieutenant Howland, U. S. A. 

Thomas Davis, Third High. 

A Beggar Rodney A. Yoell, '14. 

Pedro Demitrio Diaz, Second High. 

Sunol William Doran, First High. 

Mateo Claude Dodge, Second High. 

Diego (A Peddler) 

Joseph Vejar, Second High. 

Ysidro Harold Kelly, Fourth High. 

Caballeros : — Donald Davies, Harry 
Casey, Andrew J. Ginnocchio, 
Norbert Korte, Raymond Cal- 
lahan, Ignatius O'Neil, Edward 
Nicholson, Richard Noonan. Gam- 
blers : — Joseph Aurrecoechea, Tracy 
Gaffey, Angelo Bessolo, Frank Cam- 
arillo, Brackenridge Clemens. Va- 
queros : — Benjamin Pacheco, Walter 



Jackson, Robert Ludwig, Lloyd Car- 
sen, George Sternes, Victor Leininger, 
Idlers : — Elisha Dana, Harry Jackson, 
Joseph Parker, Louis Bergez. Indi- 
ans : — Joseph Christy, Victor Parra, 
Manuel Parra, Rudolph Geoghegan, 
Harry Butler, Frank Conneally, Ralph 
Crooks. Acolytes : — William Bush, 
William Detels, American Soldiers : 
— John Ahern, Claude Sweezy, Thom- 
as Concannon, Edward Kearns. Mu- 
sicians: — Bert Hardy, Marshal Rosen- 
thal, Louis Jennings. Singers: — 
Jose Zavalza, Mark Falvey, Edward 
O'Connor, Joseph Ferrario. 

The Prologue will be spoken by Jos- 
eph Aurrecoechea '16. 

The state-wide interest that is being 
manifested in the production of the 
Mission Play can be readily gleaned 
from a glance at the names of the fol- 
lowing prominent men and women 
who will act as patrons and patron- 
esses of the undertaking: Most Rev. 
Archbishop Patrick W. Riordan, D. 
D. of San Francisco, Right Rev. Ed- 
ward J. Hanna, D.D., of San Francisco 
Right Rev. Thomas J. Conaty, D. D., 
of Los Angeles, Right Rev. Thomas 
Grace, D. D., of Sacramento, Rev. 
Joseph P. McQuade, Mr. andl Mrs. 
John Auzerais, Mrs. Mary Barron, Mr. 
T. I. Bergan, Mr. and Mrs. John F. 
Brooke, Mr. and Mrs. John J. Barrett, 
Mr. and Mrs. Charles W. Clark, Hon. 
James V. Cofifey, Mr. and Mrs. Joseph 
Coryell, Mr. and Mrs. Peter J. Dunne, 
Mr. and Mrs. Thomas C. Driscoll, Mr. 
Frank G. Drum, Mr. and Mrs. C. C. 
Desmond,"" Miss Louise Enright, Mr. 



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and Mrs. Tiry L. Ford, Mr. and Mrs. 
J. Athern Folger, Mr. and Mrs. Charles 
W. Fay, Mr. and Mrs. Frank W. Grif- 
fin, Mr. and Mrs. J. Downie Harvey, 
Mrs. Robert Y. Hayne, Mr. William F. 
Herrin, Mrs. Catherine Ivancovich, 
Mr. and Mrs. C. Frederick Kohl, Mr. 
and Mrs. Thomas F. Kearns, Mr. and 
Mrs. Charles M. Lorigan, Hon. and 
Mrs. W. G. Lorigan, Mr. B. T. Lacy, 
Hon. and Mrs. Curtis J. Lindley, Mr. 
and Mrs. Gus Lion, Mr. and Mrs. Eu- 
gene Lent, Mr. and Mrs. William J. 
Leet, Mrs. A. M. Loughborough, Mrs. 
Eleanor Martin, The Misses Morrison, 
Mr. and Mrs. Leopold V. Merle, Mr. 
Mr. and Mrs. Charles K. McClatchy, 
Mr. and Mrs. Theodore P. Murphy, 



Mr. and Mrs. Garrett P. McEnery, Mr. 
and Mrs. Edward O. McCormick, Mr. 
Edward McLaughlin, Mr. and Mrs. 
Bartley P. Oliver, Mrs. R. A. Sweeny 
Pescia, Miss Mary Louise Phelan, Mr. 
James D. Phelan, Mr. and Mrs. Rich- 
ard E. Queen, Hon. and Mrs. James 
Rolph, Mr. and Mrs. Joseph H. Puck- 
er, Mr. and Mrs. Joseph R. Ryland:, 
Hon. and Mrs. Joseph Scott, Mrs. 
Mary White Staples, Mr. and Mrs. 
Joseph Sloss, Mr. and Mrs. Timothy 
Spellacy, Mr. and Mrs. William 
Sproule, Mr. and Mrs. Charles W. 
Sweeney, Mr. Matt I. Sullivan, Mrs. 
Mary A. Tobin, Mr. and Mrs. Emory 
Winship, Mrs. Bertha M. Welch. 




THE SKYLARK AND THE POETS 




M ERIC AN S are not 
generally acquainted 
with the skylark and 
its cheerful song. It 
is in the northwest- 
ern portions of the 
old world that this songster is seen 
and heard, and it is there that poets, 
among others, have been attracted to 
it and charmed by its happy, jubilant 
notes. To them it has been an inspira- 
tion, an emblem of happiness, the 
peerless singer of the feathered-folk 
and many other wonderful things as 
we shall see. The nightingale, it must 
be owned, has also moved the poets, 
but they seem to have invariably sung 
sweeter of the lark. 

The ways of the lark are very 
strange. It is not satisfied with stay- 
ing on earth in some secluded grove, 
and like the nightingale sing his songs 
divine, but must soar far into the 
skies at break of day or into the set- 
ting sun, and then gladden 
all the earth and air with its 
"shrill delight." These care-free 
pranks have puzzled the verse-makers 
in no small degree : "Why does it soar 
so high?" "Why does it scorn the 
ground?" "What manner of joys seem 
to surfeit its little heart that it must 
herald in the sun or hover round its 
departing glory?" are questions which 
ma.ny of them have raised and poeti- 



cally solved. Nothing, therefore, can 
hardly be more interesting than to 
hear what the poets have to say of the 
peculiar ways of their respective birds. 
And this is the reason why we have 
selected The Skylark and the Poets 
as our subject. 

But there are other, deeper things 
of life, suggested by the various view- 
points of those who, in English, have 
written on the skylark. We will not 
cover much of this alluring ground, as 
we freely admit that we have made no 
exhaustive investigation. Our pur- 
pose is to give what we have. 
Judge of that which we give, by the 
universally accepted principle of all 
art, — truth and a proper appreciation 
of the artistic; and in this way, we 
hope to develop and whet a taste for 
those passages of lyrical poetry which 
are veritable mirrors of the human 
heart. 

In The Taming of The Shrew, Pe- 
truchio, after driving away the tailors 
and their wares, consoles Katherine 
by reminding her of the "precious 
plainness" of the lark: — 

For 'tis the mind that makes the body 
rich; 

And, as the sun breaks thro' the dark- 
est clouds, 

So honor peereth in the meanest habit. 

What ! is the jay more precious than 
the lark, 



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311 



Because his feathers are more beauti- 
ful; 

Or is the adder better than the eel, 

Because his painted skin contents the 
eye? 

Oh, no, good Kate ! Neither art thou 
the worse 

For this poor furniture and mean ar- 
ray. 

The lark, it must be remarked, is a 
bird of very plain feathers, yet Shake- 
speare holds him in high esteem. He 
regards the lark as the great awakener 
of life, dispelling sorrow from the earth 
and bringing to the weary soul new 
hopes. This idea is very happily con- 
veyed in the twenty-ninth sonnet : — 

When in disgrace with fortune and 

men's eyes, 
I all alone beweep my outcast state. 
And trouble deaf heaven with my 

bootless cries. 
And look upon myself, and curse my 

fate, 
Wishing me like to one more rich in 

hope. 
Featured like him, like him with 

friends possessed. 
Desiring this man's art, and that man's 

scope, 
With what I most enjoy contented 

least ; 
Yet in these thoughts myself almost 

despising, 
Happily I think on thee, — and then 

my state, 
Like to the lark at break of day aris- 
ing 
From sullen earth, sings hymns at 

heaven's gate ; 
For thy sweet love remember'd such 

wealth brings 
That then I scorn to change my state 

with kings. 



That is, the remembrance of the ab- 
sent beloved gives new courage to the 
weary and then like the lark singing 
hymns at heaven's gate, his state is 
exalted. Wonderful indeed must be 
the cheery roulades of this delicate- 
throated prima donna that can move 
the heavy laden mind to such 
thoughts ; their harmony seems to af- 
fect its delicate texture even more 
readily than the charms of the human 
voice or of instrumental music. All 
music and all poetry alike, must, to be 
good poetry or good music, have pow- 
er to stimulate our minds and elevate 
our thoughts. And upon this broad 
principle can we rest all the fine arts. 

To the cultured, or naturally artis- 
tic, that is the best work of art, which 
has power to move them to similar 
thoughts and feelings. For a proof of 
this, if we turn to poetry we find 
these thoughts and feelings in all lyri- 
cal verses inspired by the lark's song. 
Hence we see that the lark's song is 
the source of a gladness and of a 
cheerfulness peculiarly its own, and far 
more appealing than that gladness or 
sense of pleasure the source of which 
is instrumental or vocal sound. 

Shelley's greatest lyric, "To a Sky- 
lark," is the most perfect lyric poem of 
its kind in the language. It is to him 
that we must turn for an interpreta- 
tion of the lark, — and, in fact, for all 
the wild, roving things of nature, 
with which his spirit had such a won- 
derful and pathetic kinship. We quote 
only in part : — 



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Hail to thee, blithe Spirit ! 
Bird thou never wert, 
That from heaven or near it, 
Pourest thy full heart 
In profuse strain of unpremeditated 
art. 

Teach us, sprite or bird. 
What sweet thoughts are thine : 
I have never heard 
Praise of love or wine 
That panted forth a flood of rapture 
so divine. 

With thy clear keen joyance 
Langour cannot be: 
Shadow of annoyance 
Never came near thee : 
Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad 
satiety. 

We look before and after 
And price for what is not ; 
Our sincerest laughter 
With some pain is fraught ; 
Our sweetest songs are those that tell 
of saddest thought. 

Waking or asleep ; 
Thou of death must deem 
Things more true and deep 
Than we mortals dream — 
Or how could thy notes flow in such a 
crystal stream? 

Teach me half the gladness 
That thy brain must know, 
Such harmonious madness 
From my lips would flow, 
The world should listen then, as I am 
listening now ! 

Shelley was a Utopian dreamer keen- 
ly affected by the sufferings of man- 
kind, and though he has nowhere sung 
hymns more acceptable to Heaven 
than when he wrote his famous lyric, 
he screamed defiance at God in his 
Defense of Atheism. His was a tragic 



life, indeed. He perished in the Gulf 
of Spezia at the very early age of 
thirty. Had he lived to a maturer age, 
there is little doubt that he would 
have left the very highest type of lit- 
erary work, both in design and execu- 
tion. But if Shelley was the lark's in- 
terpreter, Wordsworth was its phil- 
osopher. He answers the question 
incessantly inferred in Shelly's lark, 
"What is the secret of that super- 
abundant bliss?" Here is his address 
to the lark : — 

"Ethereal minstrel ! pilgrim of the 

sky! 
Dost thou despise the earth where 

cares abound? 
Or, while the wings aspire, are heart 

and eye 
Both with thy nest upon the dewy 

ground ? 
Thy nest which thou can'st drop into 

at will. 
Those quivering wings composed, that 

music still ! 

Leave to the nightingale her shady 
wood; 

A privacy of glorious light is thine ; 

Whence thou dost pour upon the world 
a flood 

Of harmony, with instinct more di- 
vine ; 

Type of the wise who soar, but never 
roam ; 

True to the kindred points of Heaven 
and Home! 

Wordsworth has ably and subtly 
answered the question which puz- 
zled poor Shelley. It is because the 
lark is "true to the kindred points of 
Heaven and Home" that his little 
heart flows forth upon the earth in 



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such sublime ecstacies. But one may- 
well ask what constitutes these kin- 
dred points of heaven and home. The 
wise man's vision, the philanthropist's 
joy, or the poet's ideal, — call it what 
you will — that something which 
moves a man's heart to noble acts 
and a noble life, is a visitant from 
God, and a mere boon of Nature's. 
Surely, those feelings, those thoughts, 
that love for mankind, are akin and 
related to Christ's own divinity — gifts 
from the Giver of all good gifts. And 
as a symbol of these kindred points 
of heaven and home, the lark is a beau- 
tiful conception. It is like the image 
of that spirit that descended of old 
upon the twelve Apostles, pouring 
forth radiant rays of light. 

As to that other lark problem that 
has kept the poets busy, "Why is it 
that one never tires of the lark's 
song?" We have found no better an- 
swer than that of the late Father 
Matthew Russell, written in his 
youth : — 

"We were strolling round the gar- 
den * * * * and the singing of 
the lark overhead seemed a part of 
the August sunshine. And my gentle 
cousin, Annie, said: 'How strange one 
never tires of the lark.' 

"Yes, although it is so monotonous, 
on and on, almost the same always. 
A mere thrill of joy, a mere gush of 
love and gratitude, a mere trickle of 
the simplest melody. No triumphant 
burst, no riotous gurgle, no pathetic 
murmur, no agonising spasm, no sub- 
tle gradation, no mellow fall from 



treble down to bass, no splendid leap 
from bass up to treble. On and on, a 
few artless unvarying notes. And yet 
it never tires us ; it is always musical 
and fresh, a meekly-joyous image 
of the one unceasing song of the 
Blessed, image of the rapturous mo- 
notony of heaven." 

"Is there not pain in a restless mul- 
tiplicity of pleasure? Amidst the whirl 
of changes is not the heart haunted 
by a vague dread that the next change 
may be sadly for the worse? It is a 
symptom of disease in the soul to stand 
in need of vicissitudes. Only com- 
monplace souls, earthly souls, souls 
without depth or compass, souls with 
paltry resources of their own, and 
slavishly dependent upon outward 
things — none but these desire, none 
but these can endure, perpetual va- 
riety, excitement, travel, change of 
scene, change of society, change of 
employment, change of amusement, 
change of change. The higher natures 
are stable, equable, self-contained, 
self-sustaining, placid, domestic ; con- 
centrated in their large memories and 
their large thoughts and hopes ; seek- 
ing and finding pleasure in a stable 

loyalty to duty at home 

with themselves, at home with their 
conscience and their God, at home in 
their own homes, at home with a 
stainless and a happy monotony." 

Father Russell's answer is fraught 
with tenderness. It is a passage re- 
vealing a nature and a disposition 
which, we are tempted to say, were 
happily mated in a soul as happy as a 
lark's. EDWARD O'CONNOR. 



"COME RACK! COME ROPE!" 




T WAS with great ex- 
pectations that I 
opened "Come rack! 
Come rope !" by Mon- 
signor Robert Hugh 
Benson. This book, 
the author-priest's latest work, was 
heralded as surpassing all his former 
writings, as a historical novel par ex- 
cellence; in a word his masterpiece. 
I may say I was disappointed. It may 
have been an inability to enter into the 
spirit of piety which pervades the 
work. This I am not to judge. Or it 
may have been that the work was 
spoken of in such laudatory terms as 
to raise my hopes to an impossible de- 
gree. I believe the latter case to be 
more probable. What should one ex- 
pect from the pen that put forth "By 
What Authority?" and "The King's 
Achievement." To my sorrow "Come 
rack! Come rope!" surpasses them 
but little. The historical novel is the 
monsignor's forte, and he should do 
more of that style of work. I think 
he appreciates the fact but in doing so 
comes near spoiling the good by writ- 
ing much too hurriedly. 

Yet beyond a doubt Mgr. Benson is 
one of the leading lights of literature 
of the present day. It is his writing 
that will silence those who howl and 
lament the degradation of the litera- 
ture of the time. If there were more 



of Mgr. Benson's kind a great reaction 
for the uplifting of letters would follow. 
Mgr. Benson can never achieve a wide 
popularity as an author. The major- 
ity of the people who speak and read 
the English language are mostly Prot- 
estant. It is then Mgr. Benson's 
standpoint from which he writes and 
his station in life which sever him 
from all chance of such popularity if 
he so much as desires it. But to the 
Catholic intellect he is paramount 
amr)ng all contemporary writers. 

"Come rack ! Come rope !" is a his- 
torical novel, a historical novel whose 
chief characters are drawn from a pe- 
riod of long ago and are centered about 
events that really happened. In this 
work the actors are taken bodily from 
history and made to do the identical 
things that history tells of. But being 
a novel the principal characters are 
fictitious yet act in a manner wholly 
possible with conditions at that time. 

Mary Queen of Scots is presented to 
the reader in her captivity and at her 
death. The reason why she is brought 
into the story is not clear, but can be 
excused on account of her being one 
of the principal characters of the time. 
It is not clear, however, why her death 
is introduced, and why it is made to 
cover so much space. Her presence 
was not needed in the first place, and 
this second occurence seems to be ap- 



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parently to excite sympathy for the be- 
loved and add another laurel to her al- 
ready much bedecked brow. 

The book is queerly constituted as 
regards the hero. It is hard to tell 
whether the tale is of a hero or of a 
time. Much more attention is given 
the condition than is given the man 
who is supposedly the hero, Robin 
Audrey. The trend of the story has 
to do with the tribulations of the faith- 
ful and the fortitude of the priests. 
It is in this persecution of priests that 
Robin finds his part in the story. 
Though the book opens up with Robin 
going to his fiance and though it ends 
with Robin absolving his father from 
the scaffold, it is an open question as 
to its true nature, story of a hero or a 
time. 

The conclusion of the book is one of 
the most stirring passages in the book. 
The father of the priest had turned 
away from the church after a series of 
fines and imprisonments for adhering 
to the old faith. After he had gone 
and heard her majesty's minister de- 
liver his sermon (an act that gave 
great joy to the persecutors, for he 
was a squire and a man highly thought 
of in Devonshire), he was made a 
magistrate. He knew his son was 
gone to be a priest and' great was his 
dread lest his strong sense of duty 
would lead him to capture, and thus 
to kill his own son. This fell to his 
lot. After driving to the house of his 
son's sweetheart (the same that sent 
his son to be a priest and had given 
up her life to aid of her persecuted re- 



ligion) spurred on by the searchers 
anxious for the blood-money, he de- 
manded that the priest that was in his 
house be brought forth or that way be 
made that he might search. The mag- 
istrate was taken aside by the girl that 
might have been his daughter-in-law. 
What she told proved that the thought 
that weighed upon his heart like lead 
was too true. He would have to take 
his son, his only son, to a death most 
terrible. And the thought sickened 
him. He fell into a fit and was car- 
ried to his home. 

During the weeks that Robin lay in 
prison now tortured on the rack, now 
doubly tortured by the insidious 
Topcliffe, he was firm. At last 
they led him forth to his death. He 
rode upon a hurdle which rested upon 
a jolting cart. His joints were all swol- 
len from the rack. His whole body 
was in pain, pain that overwhelmed 
him and choked him even as a swim- 
mer whose strength is spent in a surg- 
ing tide. 

He wished that he might have the 
ability to answer the crowd that 
shrieked its taunts at the suffering 
man. He wished — and then he sighed 
as he realized that he was not so to 
be blessed. The cart had stopped 
before he was aware that the journey 
had been accomplished. He saw the 
platform, the seething caldron, raised 
his eyes higher and saw the rope be- 
ing made ready, lowered his eyes and 
saw the chopping block ; and the sight 
cooled and strengthened him. He was 
now allowed to address his last ser- 



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mon to the crowd. He began, con- 
fessing his priesthood, his faith, and 
then exhorted the vast concourse as- 
sembled to witness his last extremity, 
to return to the CathoHc religion 
which they had forsaken ; to pray for 
the Church throughout the world, for 
the conversion of England and her 
children, and for her grace the Queen. 
He then begged all Catholics present 
to join him in prayer. "From the 
whole packed space the prayer rose 
up, in great and heavy waves of sound. 
There were cries of mockery, but each 
was suddenly silenced — the waves of 
sound rolled round and ceased and the 
silence was profound." 

He began to prepare for the last 
within himself and looked over the 
sight which lay before him. By chance 
he dropped his glance. A figure stood 
grasping the rungs of the ladder. It 



was strangely clad in a loose gown 
with a silken night cap. He did not 
recognize it for a moment, and then 
the truth flashed across his pain-sod- 
den mind. It was his father, penitent 
from a sick-bed, come to be forgiven 
through the son he had sent to be 
killed. One look was enough. His 
son spoke the words of absolution. 

The consciousness once again re- 
turned while he was being butchered, 
and murmuring the words, "O Christ" 
— he died. 

With a heavy sigh I laid down the 
book. I thanked Heaven those days 
had passed. I thanked Heaven there 
were men like Robin. I was glad I 
read the book and I am fired with a 
sense of pride in those brave charac- 
ters portrayed. The book has served 
its purpose. 

WM. STEWART CANNON. 






HARRY McGOWAN, '13 



PERCY C. O'CONNOR, '13 



DON LUIS CASTANARES 




EDWARD FORD. 15 




FRANK BOONE, '14 



RISDON 



"THE MISSION PLAY OF SANTA CLARA' 



PHOTOS BY GEO. FRASER. S. F. 



THE MISISON BELL 



Old Mission hell, I long to hear thy story! 

Faith, poesy, romance, are on thy tongue. 
Thy voice rang out the first sweet notes of glory 

Ihat echoed California' s hills among. 

Along Gahrillos shore in saint-days olden. 
Inspired by thee was many a holy dream. 

Thy music, in the distant dawn-light golden. 
Was prelude of a State's majestic theme. 

And now, with noon ablaze, amid the splendor 

Of garish fabrics crowned with domes and towers 

Still to thy quaint abode ive turn to render 

Some tribute from these gratefid hearts of ours,\ 

Turn to the arched facade of alabaster. 

Its columns white, and thy deep, shadowy cell — 
Turn to this spirit- d> celling of the Master; 

And dream that still thou callest, ancient bell. 

l^hy peal, as Dawn aside with rosy fingers 

Morns curtain drew of mingled pearl and gold, 

Awoke the matin-hymn, whose echo lingers 

In this gray shrine, thrice-blest by saints of old. 

Then, like God's candles in the heavens burning 
About his throne, the altar fires ilhime 

Thy mystic rite, while monks, with holy yearning, 
Praise Him who burst the bondage of tJte tomb . 

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318 THE REDWOOD. 

Ihee hearing, the dusk maid, her treasures stringing 
Of shells that gemmed the necklace of the sea, 

Aside her task of hright-hued ivampum flinging, 
Cried, "The Great Spirit calleth unto me!" 

Sis bowstring slacked, the tawny forest-ranger 
Turned from his prey, enchanted by thy spell; 

The deer forgot his terror and his danger 

And paused to list thy music's vibrant swell. 

Forth at thy signal strong-limbed Labor wended 
To cleave the rich loam of the fertile vale, 

And read from Nature's open book extended 
Of mans immortal destiny the tale: 

Into the gaping glebe the corn to shower, 
And mark the miracle of buried seed, 

Its death and resurrection, and the flower, 

As from the grave, on emerald pinions freed. 

Musing, I ask how much of joy and sorrow 

Thy voice hath told o'er all these hundred years. 

Now swelling with the bliss that mortals borrow 
From angels: knelling now the tale of tears; 

Now thrilling with delight thy voice rings o'er us, 
A melody of prayer now singing low; — 

Thy wedding peal, how golden, sweet, sonorous! 
Thy funeral note, Jiow palling in its woe! 

Thy task complete, to be forgotten never — 
Thy day is ended, but secure thy fame, 

In poet-song thy voice rings on forever; 

To hyal hearts thou speakest still the same. 



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The dark- shinned bellman is a dim tradition; 

7'hy sheen is buried 'neath consuming rust; 
A name, a bit of clay — this was the Mission; 

2 he neophytes are gone; the monks are dust. 

Old bell, more precious are the memories clinging 

To thee than je^vels on the royal brow, 
Listen! A Sabbath symphony is ringing! 

Of all these a-oyidrous bells, the Mother thou! 

Faith, Hope and Love, — the tidings of salvation — 
The creed of the Redemption, these they ring! 

Their mighty voices roll across the Nation 
2 he summons of the Universal King! 

Yet, while around thee, from a hundred steeples, 

2%e bells ring out their sacred jubilee, 
Proclaiming to the regnant paleface peoples 

21ie saving Word, — old. hell, I turn to thee — 

Thee — dearer far than all the bell-choirs singing, — 

Silent thou art, and heard shalt be no more ; 
Though plaintive winds, aronnd thy ruin icinging. 

Whisper thy fame to the responsive shore. 

CHAS. D. SOUTH. 



JUST LUCK 




groomed men. 



HE foyer of the ho- 
tel was comfortably 
crowded, and well- 
dressed women passed 
back and forth es- 
corted by well- 
A page ran to and fro 
crying out in a rather raucous tone 
for some guest wanted in the phone 
room, and the soft strains of a con- 
cealed orchestra wafted airily through 
the marble-pillared corridors into the 
palm court and out into the night. 

The gentle splash of a light colored 
fountain fell refreshingly on the ear, 
and excellent service bringing the 
necessary "wherewith" to be served, 
supplied all the demands of my com- 
panion and myself. 

He was an old westerner of the fast 
vanishing type, and as we sat out the 
evening together in the palatial hos- 
telry he told me many tales of that 
same spot, when the very ground on 
which we were sitting was but an 
empty sand-dune bleaching by the sea. 
"Yes," he was saying in answer to 
my question, "fate, or as I term it 
luck, is a mighty queer thing." 

"I've seen men who never did a 
day's honest work in their whole 
worthless lives, pick up a lot of quartz 
to shy at their mules and found thet 
the quartz was purty near pure gold." 
"Then again, I've known men so 



cussed onlucky thet they could set on 
top of a gold mine and never have any 
idea or any luck enough to uncover 
the dinero.' 

"But the worst luck thet I ever 
heard of a man having pulled off on 
him was way back in the seventies, 
over in the L,oma Prieta country." 

Here the narrator took a glass that 
was handed him, and after drinking 
from it with a satisfying smack he 
returned it to the tray and continued. 

"You know those were pretty wild 
days then, and bad men were sure 
aplentiful, and their story is about one 
of the baddest of the bad. 

"Lone Jack some knew him by, and 
others vowed that he was a Mexican 
named Orledando, who was oncom- 
mon bleached out like, but however 
that may be, he sure was a traitor. 

"I saw him up against a faro bank 
in Tucson once, and he shore was an 
eyeful of a man. 

"He wan't over tall, mebe about five 
feet ten, but lithe and wiry like, sorter 
alway ready to spring; he never raised 
much disturbance anywhere, where 
there was a crowd, but notwithstand- 
ing thet fact, he had a reputation and 
a handle to his name thet was some 
unsavory. 

"We folks in Tucson never minded 
him much just so long as he tended to 
his own affairs, but one night down in 



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Dan Rainey's Empire saloon he got to^ 
talking rather large and free wise, and 
then we knew he was from Flagstaff, 
and had got out of there rather hur- 
riedly by way of Globe, San Carlos 
and then to Tucson. 

"Just the nature of his crime, I never 
could diagnose, but it alway seemed 
to me like as if a story about his 
ashootin' of a Pache over in Tomb- 
stone had some foundation. 

"Well, as I was a sayin', we folks 
in Tucson never minded him much as 
long as he tended to his own herd. 
But one night, the night I was refer- 
ring to heretofore, he got pretty ram- 
bunctious, and afore we knew what 
was up an' doing, shooting irons got 
free, and lead jest about buzzed around 
thet bar-room, as thick as bees a hiv- 
ing. 

"When the smoke cleared away and 
we all crawled out from behind the 
bar an old inoffensive chap that every- 
one liked, called Smoot, was a lyin' on 
the floor all chewed up and Orledandc 
had scampered out the door, jumped 
his horse and was off and away. 

"Nacherally we all composing the 
law and order element of the com- 
munity was some anxious to lay a holt 
of the scalawag, so we just hiked to 
our bronchos 'muy pronto' and took 
after him as fast as legs could take 
us. 

"About sun-up we fetched Sagepike 
springs, and there we found ample evi- 
dence of his recent occupancy there. 

"We rested awhile and pretty soon 
took after up a long mesa that stretch- 



ed quite a number of miles to the east. 

"The Pintos Alagarze boundered 
the plain to the west and we could 
dimly see their blue jagged like top 
against the purple sky. 

"You've never seen a sun rise on a 
desert have you, son? Why I tell you 
there's nothing like it. It's all bluey 
like and deep at first; then comes pink, 
next grey and pretty soon old sol him- 
self comes a smiling out and the whole 
sky turns red and metal like, the same 
as a copper kettle. 

"Well, the sun was up quite a piece 
when we left the springs, and we fig- 
ured it that if Orledando could get to 
Mesa Gap in the mountains by four 
o'clock, he'd be safe, for then he could 
just as easy drop out of the territory 
anywheres and might a turned up in 
New York. 

"So accordin' Jim Racey, who 
was leading our posse sent two men 
out ahead to get that pass before the 
greaser did, as he would nacherally 
take a round-about way to avoid trou- 
ble. The man had a good start on us 
all right, but if these two chaps near 
killed their ponies they'd make it 
ahead of him. 

"They lit out accordin' an' the last 
that we saw of one of 'em alive was 
cantering away at a great clip in a 
cloud of dust. 

"Along about five o'clock we fetched 
up the pass, and Tom Courtrelle, he 
being one of the men who went out 
ahead of us, came riding back, and 
told us that they beat the pongo to it 
all right, but he plugged Sterrit on 



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sight and was wounded by Courtrelle 
just as he made his get-away. 

"He couldn't have gone far, how- 
ever, Tom told us, because his nag had 
been hit a couple of times and was in a 
bad way owing to hard riding. 

"Nothing was left to do, however, 
but to curry-comb thet sage brush 
plain for miles, because we reckoned 
that he was hiding somewhere and 
seeking a chance to give his horse a 
rest. 

"That was partly the case, too, for 
several of the boys rounded him up 
about three miles from the mouth of 
the path, in a little arroyo, hiding be- 
hind a cotton-wood scrub. 

"He dropped one of 'em, and came 
charging out right in front of the 
other two, and here's where my ob- 
servation on the cussedness of luck 
comes in. Those two men were both 
on 'em, what you would term expert 
shots, an' they both onlimbered some 
with them guns, but nary a bullet 
touched him. 

"He made his clean break, and the 
only thing to do was to join the rest 
of the bunch and hunt him down fur~ 
ther way out on the desert next day, 
for we grabbed the pass and he 
couldn't scoot that way. 

"We were a sore bunch when we 
pulled together again, having lost two 
of us, and we all started riding out to 
the pass again to camp there all night 
and follow him away on the next day. 

"Some of the boys were still out 
ascouting, however, so they might not 



know jest where we planned to lay up 
for the night. 

"Therefore, Jim Racey, he being 
cur leader, said that when we got to a 
clump of mesquite bush which we 
could dimly see in the dusk about a 
half mile off, he'd fire a few shots to 
scare up any stragglers who were still 
out hunting the cuss. 

"Well, we fetched that clump in no 
time, and according old Jim rises up 
in his stirrup and cuts loose bang, 
bang. And by jimminy, thet second 
shot no sooner starts forth when we 
hears a shriek which almost tears us 
out of our saddles. We all knows 
where it came from. We see a little 
bush shake plenty hard, and so dis- 
mounting we runs there ,and sure 
enough it was Orledando all right, 
dead as a door-nail. 

"You see, he'd figured on beating us 
back to the pass by cutting across 
our trail like a bow string, we having 
taken the curve there to gather up the 
posse. 

"So far so good; but he didn't figure 
on running onto any one sudden like, 
and when he sees us coming he leaves 
his horse dead by cutting its throat 
and crawls into a bush. 

"Then we come along as free and 
easy as boarding-house soup, and 
thinking of nothing Old Jim Racey 
stand up in his stirrups and throws his 
gun anywhere carelesslike jest to fire 
two waste shots. 

"Well, one of 'em got him, and that 
was sure queer, for he'd killed two of 



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our men, ran the gauntlet of several 
others and never got touched. Yet 
when the first loose shooting comes 
about he gets plugged. 

"That luck was hard luck, and you 
can't get away from it." 



"No, sir," he continued reminiscent- 
ly, "that's the demdest case I ever 
heard of. 

"Come on, let's have another 
drink." 

RODNEY A. YOELL. 




THE DESERT WAY 




HE sweltering rays of mother earth received him on her un- 

the noon-day sun friendly bosom. "Tex and me is the 

peered in and out only ones that holds the chips in this 

among the craggy lay out," continued Pete scornfully, 

depths of Black "What do you think I have been in 

Creek Canyon, as this business over in Dakota these last 

out from the bushes strode a wiry five years for? To divide my first 

man of medium height, accompanied haul in this part of the country with 

by a dirty individual of low type, greasers Not on your ." Pete 

whose very presence seemed to was about to continue when he be- 
emanate filth. "Well, greaser, I guess came aware of the fact that the Mex- 
we're about due to make a haul!" The ican was peering over his shoulder in 
face of the white man corrugated into an abstracted manner, the now pale 
a mass of leathery wrinkles as he emit- and drawn face yielding a cold per- 
ted a dry chuckle. The greaser spiration. Pete turned on his heel, 
laughed or rather cackled congenially, and then started back as though he 
his snaky eyes seemingly hidden in had seen an apparition. Recovering his 
the fat of his cheeks, while the bluish poise, however, he laughed uncertain- 
smoke of his vile-smelling, though ly. "You illiterate dog", he said, "what 
perfectly rolled cigarette, broke at the are you gaping for, it's nothing but a 
point of his chin into two separate mirage in which Tex is enlarged by 
hazes, on either side of his unnaturally the heat waves ; I'm glad he's coming, 
low brow, now reeking with an oily howsumever, because he'll bring us 
sweat. "Si, senor Pedro Negro, news of the stage. It's about due." 
mucho dinero es muy bueno, si." The Mexican had by this time arisen 
Black Pete turned contemptously to- to his feet, but had not wholly recov- 
ward his companion. "Don't look at ered from the recent shock, which was 
me that way, you miserable son of in truth a startling one. In some man- 
Popocatapetel ; you don't figure on a ner, Tex, a pal of the aforespoken 
share in the swag, you are getting precious duet, while returning from 
your grub, which you don't deserve, if Cow Hollow with news of the stage 
we win or lose." His attitude was so containing passengers and a well filled 
menacing that the Mexican fell back Wells-Fargo box, had passed between 
involuntarily, and tripping over a rock, two contrary waves of heat; the result 
let fly a startled "caramba", just as being that himself and his pony were 

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magically produced upon the sky-line 
in massive proportions. The grotesque 
portrayal lasted but a few seconds, 
however, and soon a small, antlike fig- 
ure was to be seen down the gorge. It 
enlarged as it grew nearer, and at last 
a sinister-looking, rawboned, lanky 
and scar-faced individual in chaps and 
sombrero is to be seen, his spurs hid- 
den in the flanks of a fatigued cow 
pony. Without pity for the animal he 
bestrode, the man rode furiously up 
to where the two men were standing 
by the side of the trail and drew the 
pony up brutally on its haunches, the 
animal only saving itself from top- 
pling over backwards by a squirming 
demivolt. Before his mount had 
reached the ground, Tex was on his 
feet, shifting his belt and unburdening 
himself of a well-chewed, voluminous 
quid of tobacco. He watched the 
sand greedily absorb the moisture, 
and then turned to his friends with a 
gesture of disgust. "I'll be hanged if 
I ever did like this God-forsaken des- 
ert, enyhow. Say, Pete, were 'bout 
due for the biggest lump ever extract- 
ed this side o' the rockies." "Watcher 
know," queried Pete, laconically. 
"Ther stage with that $15,000 Wells- 
Fargo pulls over this very spot in one 
hour." "The deuce," incredulously 
retorted Pete. "Madre de Dios," im- 
piously came from the excited Mexi- 
can. "But the funny part of it is," con- 
tinued Tex, not noticing the interrup- 
tion, "that one of these new-fangled 
detectors is coming from the east to 
inspect that little bank job me and 



ther Mex pulled off in Eldorado be- 
fore you came over the line. Some of 
the men in Cow Hollow were tellin' 
me about it. He's coming on this 
stage, and his name is Jim Conners; 
James W. Conners." Tex made the 
correction sarcastically. "What", 
roared Pete, and then he added with 
more emphasis than grammar: "That 
bein' the case, we don't rob no stage 
today." "Say," interposed Tex, mild- 
ly, as he rolled a cigarette, "Mebbe 
we've made a mistake." "Are you 
sure?" he asked, with a hint of irony 
in his voice, "that you are the dare- 
devil Black Pete from Dakota?" "You 
hit it the first shot, you square-head," 
returned Pete. "Wa-a-11, I never 
thought that the likes of you would 
run from a measly fly-cop". "Well, 
you know it now, don't you? And if 
you v/ant something to think of, I'll 
go so far as to let you know that your 
measly fly-cop is my brother." With 
these words he went into the bushes, 
and, returning therefrom with his 
horse, rode off down the canyon, leav- 
ing two disagreeably astonished ras- 
cals behind him. 

About 6 p. m. that evening Black 
Pete rode into Eldorado. His weary 
mount bravely covered the last few 
yards of the alkali road, and stood 
stock still in front of the "Poor Man's 
Friend." This establishment boasted 
of the best whiskey that could be 
found in Eldorado, and obeying this 
significant hint on the part of his 
horse, Pete leaped gingerly off, and 
made his way into the domicile of 



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liquified glory. There were quite a 
few men in the saloon, and as Pete 
made his way to the bar, five or six 
of the men representing the anti-work 
league of Eldorado, stepped expect- 
antly forward and tried hard to scrape 
acquaintance sufficient to procure a 
drink. Pete obligingly ordered a round, 
and enquired of his seedy looking 
friends the burden of the day's news, 
which the latter were more than an- 
xious to give, hoping thereby that an- 
other round might be obtained. Al- 
most the very first words of the news- 
volunteer had the desired effect. "Say, 
d'ye know, stranger, ther old stage 
comin' throo Black Crik Can- 
yon was lifted by Texas and 
his greaser pard, and o' 

course they got thet Wells-Fargo 
stuff just as e-e-asy. And thet young 
detective feller tried to be brave, but 
they emptied their 45s in him an' he's 
up at the undertaker's. What's the 
matter pard, are yuh sick? Pete, his 
face an ashen hue, reeled against the 
counter, and recovering himself, he 
said brokenly : "No, Pm alright, I 
have to be going," He flipped down 
a half dollar piece on the bar, swal- 
lowed his drink in silence and stum- 
bled outside. "Oh, Jim, Jim," he 
moaned, "what evil spirit prompted 
you to come out here. But Pll get 
those hounds," he muttered, "and Pll 
shoot their fingers off before I kill 
them. They will make for the old 
hold-out up Bison creek, and Pll fol- 
low them and send them where — 
where Jim went," he added grimly. 



He gathered in the reins and vaulted 
into the saddle, and a few seconds later 
he was on the edge of the desert, the 
still mountains re-echoing with the 
horse's clatter. 

The misty halo of the cold and 
dreary moon slowly but surely gave 
place to the first roseate streakings of 
the eastern horizon, as slumbering na- 
ture threw aside the silvery 
shadows of night, to emerge 
in her morning robe of gleam- 
ing gold. Black Pete saw and 
exulted, not in the beauty and grand- 
eur of it all, but in the fact that this 
welcome light would enable him to 
accomplish his vengeance. A rocky 
ledge came into sight around the bend 
of the river, and Pete dismounted, 
leaving his horse standing beside the 
trail. Then he moved forward through 
the underbrush until he arrived about 
a hundred yards from his destination. 
"They're up there alright," he mut- 
tered, "and mighty careless. I can 
smell that bacon even from here." He 
again moved forward carefully, till he 
was within a few feet of the ledge. 
Should he advance boldly, or creep 
up on them. He did not relish the idea 
of shooting them down in cold blood, 
yet he must take the latter alternative. 
There was Texas, keeping watch with 
his rifle across his knees, while the 
Greaser was chuckling to himself over 
the sizzling bacon. Gritting his teeth 
Pete crept stealthily forward. A twig 
snapped beneath his foot, and Texas 
jumping up with an oath, sent a whin- 
ing messenger over Pete's head. Al- 



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most simultaneously Pete's revolver 
spoke, and the hard blue muzzle 
belched forth the death crack of Texas. 
Before the Mexican could reach his 
gun, he found himself cowering before 
the proximity of the cleverly fashioned 
little piece of smoking steel. Turning 
his eyes to the body of Texas, Pete re- 
marked : "You were a mighty poor 

friend Tex. but " While Pete was 

thus soliloquizing, the Mexican's 
nimble fingers had drawn a pistol from 
its holster by his side, and just as Pete 
turned instinctively toward him, his 
eyes gleaming with hatred, the Mex- 
ican fired. Pete experienced the sen- 
sation of a searing hot iron piercing 
his scalp, and as he reeled and fell, he 
fired two bullets into the heart of the 
Mexican. 

The multitudinous reflections of 
the scarlet and gold canopy above, 
conjured forth by the last rays of the 
setting sun, spread themselves over 
the picturesque village of Eldorado. 
They sought entrance into the old 
adobe hotel, and successful in this at- 
tempt, dyed the frayed curtains in the 
splendor of the afternoon. Some of 
the strongest went farther and laid 
themselves across the sleeping form of 
a man in the sickroom of the hotel. 
His head was encased in a caplike ban- 
dage, and the face on the pillow was 
that of Black Pete. The camp doctor 
and a spotlessly attired nurse bustled 
around, noiselessly performing 



their offices for the com- 
fort of the patient. The doc- 
tor looked at his watch. "It's 
about time he was coming to," he re- 
marked in a whisper to the nurse. 
"Yes, there he is now", returned the 
nurse. Pete moved restlessly, opened 
his eyes, and gazed around, and his 
eyes lighting on the doctor he en- 
quired: "Wats the matter? Oh, yes, 
I remember", and he buried his face in 
the pillow. "Do you feel strong 
enough to see your brother," enquired 
the doctor. "My brother", almost 
shrieked Pete. "Yes, your brother 
Peter", came a kindly voice full of 
gladness from the door, and in walked 
Jim Connors, the detective. "Jim," 
whispered Pete in an awed tone, "you 
don't mean to tell me that you weren't 
killed". The doctor and the nurse 
having discreetly left the room, the de- 
tective came forward and took his 
brother by the hand. "You mustn't 
talk now, Pete. I heard all about your 
going after those fellows -who thought 
that they had killed me" : I couldn't 
come on that stage, so I got my as- 
sistant to come ahead and get the lay 
of the land". You have $10,CX)0 re- 
ward coming to you for capturing 
those two fiends, and you are coming 
back east with me, and begin all over 
again." Tradition says that Peter 
went back. 

F. SCHILLING. 



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EDITORIAL COMMENTS 



Modernism 
and Christianity 



The Harvard Monthly 
for April is given over 
to a review and crit- 
icism of Professor Santayana's Winds 
of Doctrine as a tribute to his genius. 
We have read much of Santayana, and 
liked him sometimes. He now and 
then, seemed to us to have found a 
way to bring the beauty of the true 
church home to outsiders ; exception, 



however, made where we were forced 
to disagree. But were we to pay a 
tribute to his genius we would have 
found another tribute. To tell your 
genius he is at one with all the ultras 
and the fanatics is perhaps a tribute 
of a sort. Our own daimon would 
not relish it. But would not, at least, 
the gentle art of tribute-giving have 
been better served had the tribute 



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been given by some one at least half 
conversant writh his subject and half 
capable of seeing another's point of 
vievir? We ask in all meekness. 
There is a piteous appeal to young 
men in the college to study 
Catholicism and "the source of 
the intuitive sense which every 
Catholic boy and girl has of 
being an indispensable part of the 
same great w^hole," and there is the ig- 
norant question as to whether Pius X 
can with any ultimate justice be con- 
sidered to represent the Catholic 
standpoint. There is an indictment of 
modernism as a gay evasiveness, a 
dissolute juggling with ideas and a 
total defiance of reason, an attempt at 
development in dogma independent of 
revealed truth, and then Prof. Santay- 
ana is blamed, at least constructively, 
for thinking that such people are act- 
ing a lie in remaining in the Catholic 
Church which we were told was cold 
truth and unchanging Rome. If the 
gentleman who is paying his share of 
homage to the Professor would only 
know that one may not be an infidel 
nor an apostate and still not be a Cath- 
olic he would not have had the hardi- 
hood to blame the Professor for refus- 
ing to count as Catholics all who be- 
lieve only that Our Lord Jesus Christ 
came down from heaven and estab- 
lished a Church and Sacraments. It 
may be inconvenient for the Professor 
to be so praised. Still the whole ex- 
planation of the incoherent incom- 
patible jumble of this article may be 
that "it is written in a university 



where there is not so much hostility to 
Catholicism as ignorance of its past 
and blindness to its beauty." A few 
words after, we read "there is not one 
conscientious non-Catholic who knows 
it well." That is very true, as might 
be shown by an example. 



Indolent 
Reviewers 



We are just laying 
down our pen in the 
sanctum. We are doing 
it with some ceremony as wisdom has 
flowed so often from it during the 
year that we had begun to revere it. 
Wisdom told and untold. The wis- 
dom untold, the soft communings, 
the whispered secrets, have almost 
charmed us more, for the songs un- 
sung are sweeter. We are unwise, we 
are even rash, but let us say one thing 
more. What a jolly lot of temporiz- 
ers the reviewers in College Magas 
are. There it is out. We have sat un- 
der the owl, we have a live owl to 
keep us company, and night after 
night as they come in have we wasted 
and watched and sighed and longed 
for the man to come, — the reviewer, 
the exchange editor, — who would set 
the pace of ruthlessness and go wan- 
dering on from victory to victory as 
with trenchancy and light, instead of 
the usual sweetness and glimmering 
he laid about him among the College 
Magazines. Such an amount of piffle, 
such a farrago of mediocrity, such a 
line of gusty grinding quills. Were 
they only windmills they would have 
had their Don Quixote before now, 



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but being only College Magazines, 
like the poor relations, one does for- 
get them. O gentle reader, were we 
only younger, had we only been more 
to the matter and the manner born 
we should have essayed the role our- 
selves. But the candles of the night 
are out. Some other Helen or Paris 
must fire this Troy. Bear with us, for 
next month's numbers are still to 
come in and be waded through. We 



noticed last month a gentle Randolph- 
Maconian pleading skillfully, and 
with what amorousness and pain, for 
a paid critic, at least, who would do 
the work we should do for ourselves ! 
We think that is the most unkindest 
of all the cuts. Except perhaps the 
ridiculous aloofness of the few who do 
not review, that is the most unkindest 
cut of all. 




Many periodicals covered our Ex- 
change table for April, and from the 
length of their table of "Contents" we 
find abundant evidence of literary in- 
dustry in other colleges and univer- 
sities. We had considerable difficulty 
in deciding just where to begin our 
reading, but as a start had to be made 
somewhere we decided to commence 
with our old friend and contemporary, 
"The Carolinian." 



The 
Carolinian 



This periodical used to 
be known for the ex- 
cellence of its verse, 
but in the March number we find that 
this department of literature is the 
book's weak member. Save for the 
poem, "Oh Mighty Wind," which is 
in itself only passably fair, the verse 
in the magazine is poor, even at times 
inane and ridiculous. 

As regards essays the publication is 
not much better off, but an apprecia- 
tion of "Robert E. Lee," is splendidly 
written and bears a welcome aspect of 
deep sincerity. 

There was one story in the book 
that we liked well, "The Broken 



Promise." It is divided into several 
portions, (one can hardly term them 
chapters), and yet the unity of the 
piece is retained nicely throughout. 
The character of the doctor is well 
drawn, and on the whole this con- 
tribution plus the departments, saves 
the book from falling into sheer 
mediocrity. 



It is with no little 
Gonzaga pleasure that we pe- 

ruse the pages of the 
"Gonzaga". Its poems sparkling with 
poetic effusion, its essays rich in 
thought and diction, make her the 
honored guest of our sanctum. The 
several poems on Easter are very 
good, especially the one entitled, "O 
Death, I Will Be Thy Death," which 
contains pretty pictures, pretty 
thoughts, and neat and polished 
verses. The simple beauty of "To a 
Linnet," and "Kind Words," pleased 
us immensely, forced as we are some- 
times to wade through a pile of mud- 
dled "trash". The paper on the single 
tax shows the writer has a real, philo- 
sophical bent of mind and a clear, 



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nervous style. We did not like 
"Glagston's Revenge," as it seemed to 
us the ending smacked too much of 
the dime novel. "The Dying 
Fireside" deserves more than 
passing mention for its pass- 
ages of fiery eloquence and for 
its beauty of diction. The other arti- 
cles of this number are good ; and on 
the whole we may say that we enjoyed 
immensely the Easter issue of the 
"Gonzaga." 



Occident 



The only article that 
we really enjoyed in 
the whole of the April 
issue of the "Occident" was that en- 
titled "The Child Under the Candles." 
This is a short essay, full of pen pic- 
tures and written in a clear, racy 
style. From the start it gives us a 
new view of De Quincey. He is no 
longer the morose opium-fiend that 
our imagination always painted for us, 
but one who with all his faults wins 
our sympathy if not our affection. We 
started the story "Speaking of Ber- 
nita," but soon passed on. The verse 
on the whole affords pleasant reading; 
the "Judgment", though, strikes us as 
the effort of a dilletante in the direc- 
tion of a weakly adulterated pagan- 
ism. 



The Easter number of 
The Ignatian The Ignatian from 

The University of 
Saint Ignatius, San Francisco, is well 



up to its standard. Still the number 
next before this was better for variety, 
of subjects and literary appeal. The 
Panama Canal offers little as a sub- 
ject for literary effort. "Explosives" 
is too much in the style of a merely 
class exercise. "A Welcome" in verse 
is somewhat prosaic. But "A Fun- 
damental Fallacy" is very good, and 
the verse at times is more than mere 
verse. There is a distinction about 
The Ignatian, a sort of dignity, that 
one sees too rarely in exchanges. The 
articles are never banal, the verse 
never poor. More of matter that has 
inspiration in it should set The Igna- 
tian high on the list of the best stu- 
dent monthlies. 



THE MIGHTY FRIEND. 

As an epic of business and social 
conditions, "The Mighty Friend" is a 
gripping tale of love and war, of plot 
and counterplot — a big story told in a 
big way. 

The author has very cleverly suc- 
ceeded in presenting a threatening 
condition of modern economics 
through the medium of a fascinating 
and splendid story, and while his tale 
is at no time given over to dry discus- 
sions of the problem presented, the 
very spirit and essence of the book is 
concerned with a phase of the conflict 
which is even now going on. 

"The Mighty Friend" is, of course, 
the Land, the country, the real back- 
bone and substance of the nation. 
When the Harmmsters, therefore, 



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who are manufacturers from Paris, 
invade the Vale of Api with a com- 
mercialism whose immediate effects 
are baneful in the extreme, Jacques 
opposes the erection of their factories, 
as he is far-seeing enough to under- 
stand the inevitable result of such an 
invasion. 

The various characters are deftly 
handled, that of Alberta, the stormy 
Jewess, being especially well drawn, 
and the author is at his best in his de- 
scription of country life, the simple 
joys and sorrows of a people as yet 
untouched by the muddy contagion of 
the town. 

"The Mighty Friend" is a strong, 
purposeful drama, relieved by lighter 
touches of humor. The cover, which 
is in four colors, and the illustrations 
of which there are sixteen, add greatly 
to the value of the book. Price, net, 
$1.50. Postage, 15 cents extra. 

Benziger Brothers, New York, Cin- 
cinnati, Chicago. 



MANUAL OF SELF-KNOWL- 
EDGE AND CHRISTIAN 
PERFECTION. 

By Rev. John Henry, C. SS. R. 

This work analyzes the various 
character temperament and gives ad- 
vice and methods for each in achiev- 
ing spiritual perfection. An invalu- 
able manual for Religious as well as 
for parents and all entrusted with the 
care and education of the young. 

The chapter on mental prayer is one 
that struck us as being very practical. 
A mere outsider, such as the reviewer 
is, hears so many things of the ways 
of the mystics and sees such frequent 
references to the ways in which they 
entertain themselves with God that it 
is refreshing to find in such a short 
space a very exact account of what 
the first step to mysticism really is. 

Benziger Brothers, New York, Cin- 
cinnati, Chicago. 



Imtt^rsitg N0to 



There was much dis- 
The Elite cussion in Hterary and 

Repertoire Co. philosophical ranks last 
month, over the latest travesty by The 
Elite Repertoire Co., "Julius Caesar". 
It was staged on a far grander scale 
than has heretofore been customary. 
The peerless Rodney, as Caesar, and 
his trained cast of barn-stormers, 
showed rare talent in the last word on 
Shakespearean anomaly hits. 

It has generally been agreed that 
the company is a fun-loving crowd of 
modern Roman clowns with a one act 
fiasco full of impossible incongruities, 
and that herein lies the secret of their 
marked success in what appears to be 
a new form of dramatics with an ex- 
traordinary end, — the portrayal of hu- 
man nature as it should not be. The 
critics further agree that the 'Yoellian 
school' has found the highest expres- 
sion of the new art in its "Julius Cae- 
sar", — although its "Uncle Tom's Cab- 
in," considered in this light also, was 
no less a success. 

The play was enthusiastically pre- 
sented to an appreciative audience, on 
April 4th, and though they did not en- 
tirely misunderstand the great pur- 
pose of the play, some have taken it 
quite seriously. At all events, the 



'Yoellian interpretation' of life as it 
should not be has started something, 
and we do not hesitate to give 'our 
Rodney' his due praise for what we 
cannot help regarding as his boldest 
invention, — whether for good or for 
bad. He has succeed in puzzling many 
campus thespians and is gaining over 
serious-minded admirers, among whom 
number prominent literati and campus 
philosophers of note. 



A Notable 
Visitor 



His Lordship Rt. Rev. 
Edward J. Hanua, 
Auxiliary Bishop of 
San Francisco, paid Santa Clara a mem- 
orable visit on the 13th of April. We 
say memorable, since on that day his 
Lordship confirmed many. Those who 
were present within the Mission 
Church may not soon forget the words 
he uttered on that happy and impres- 
sive occasion among so many bright 
young souls newly dedicated to God. 
For they rang with the joy that must 
have been in his heart, and yet with 
the sadness of the thought that those 
souls, now so pure, so innocent before 
the sight of God, have yet to undergo 
the snares and trials that lie beyond 
the bliss of opening manhood. 



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„, , .• T~w His Lordship was pre- 
St. Josephs Day ^ , /^, , . 

, o . y^, sent also at the shrine 

at Santa Clara . o. t i .u 

of St. Joseph, the pa- 
tron of the University, and felt hon- 
ored and privileged at being able to 
participate with the Faculty and stu- 
dents, in their yearly homage to the 
great Saint. His Lordship's address 
was brief and full of the life and en- 
ergy which we have learned to expect 
when he speaks and which we trust 
our western crispness and life in the 
open will not tarnish. 

President Tramutola of the student 
body made a brief address. H. Mc- 
Gowan read an ode specially written 
for the event. The college band ren- 
dered three very well chosen selec- 
tions. We trust that his Lordship re- 
tains the feeling that Santa Clara is 
ever anxious to welcome his presence 
among her sons. 



Ryland 
Debate 



One of the important 
events of the scholas- 
tic year at Santa Clara 
is the Ryland debate between The 
House of Philhistorians and the Phil- 
alethic Senate — two 'organizations es- 
tablished for the purpose of promoting 
and developing in every way possible 
skill in debate. They are the replica 
of our National Congress and i,con- 
ducted on the same bi-cameral basis. 
The debate for this year has been 
announced for May 6th. The ques- 
tion, though seemingly trite, is at 
present agitating many states and in 
particular our own. The Senators 



and Representatives are already deep- 
ly engrossed in statistics, congression- 
al records and other data bearing on 
the issue, preparing their argumental 
legions and phalanges of defense. As 
yet the teams have not been given out, 
but we promise a hot oratorical me- 
lee to those who are to be present next 
May 6th, in the Theatre. The ques- 
tion to be debated on that date reads: 
Resolved : that capital punishment is 
for the best interests of California. 



r, - 1 o most of the campus 

Keference j ,, 

, ., dwellers, the an- 

Library 

nouncement that the 

reference library in the Administra- 
tion building has been thrown open 
for the use of the students, comes as 
the fulfilment of an intellectual need 
that had been felt by them for a very 
long time. There is now no excuse 
for those idle groups of students with 
"nothing to do but to sit around", as 
they can now turn those sedentary 
habits into profitable sedentary la- 
bours. The library is open every day 
from 3 :30 to 4:30 p. m., except on Sat- 
urdays and Sundays, and on Wednes- 
days from 9 o'clock to 12 a. m. and 
from 1 :30 to 4 p. m. 



Senior Ball 



A few words of con- 
gratulation from this 
department of The 
Redwood to the Seniors on what is 
conceded to be the biggest thing of its 
kind ever attempted and successfully 



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carried out by any class, though 
rather late, will, we trust, be accept- 
able to them as a small, but well-mer- 
ited tribute. 

Ever since the ball took place on 
March 26th, in the Colonial ball-room 
of the St. Francis, it has been a topic 
much talked of, not only in our local 
gatherings, but also otherwheres. 
When we consider that the 
number of prominent guests, 
patronesses, well-known Alumni 
and the members of '13 was 
400, we begin to appreciate the mag- 
nitude of the event. We should like 
very much to give a complete list of 
all who were present, but space will 
not permit. However, it was a true 
revival of the true Santa Clara spirit, 
much talked about but rarely mani- 
festing itself in all its meaning as it 
did on March 26. The newspapers of 
San Francisco have given the affair no 
small attention, so that it is hardly 
necessary to describe it in detail here. 
We wish, though, to center the atten- 
tion of the Student Body upon the 
members of the class of '13, 



and to lay stress upon the 
fact that they have, with the 
exception of three new members, 
hung together since the rugged days 
of Freshman year, with remarkable 
compactness and as one true body; for 
to this fact, we attribute their continu- 
ous success in all they have under- 
taken. 



Senate Bill 
392 



The bill is old his- 
tory at the time of 
writing and the un- 
lucky class of '13 are not 
done yet with answering their 
congratulating friends. It was only 
meagre justice, however, this Senate 
Bill 392, which entitles all members 
graduating in The Institute of Law 
of this University to practice in Cali- 
fornia without the usual Supreme 
Court examination. Yet meagre jus- 
tice is so often a stranger and the bill 
for a while was so little heard of that 
we shall, if we may, congratulate un- 
lucky '13 again. 




Attention 
Alumni 



The call of Alma Mater 
should meet with a 
warm response on the 
part of the old boys during the forth- 
coming production of "The Mission 
Play of Santa Clara." This produc- 
tion is to be made in the historic old 
Auditorium, on the campus, in the 
shadow of the old Mission cross itself, 
and four performances in all will be 
given, thus affording all an ample op- 
portunity of witnessing Santa Clara's 
grandest undertaking. The Mission 
Play bids fair to eclipse all previous 
efforts attempted by the Sen- 
ior Dramatic Club, and no 
one of the students can afford to miss 
it. The play itself is the work of one 
of the old boys, Martin V. Merle, A. 
M., '06, and three of the alumni appear 
in principal roles, namely Dion Holm, 
'12, August M. Aguirre, '07, and 
George Mayerle, Jr., Ex-'13. Already 
many applications for seats are reach- 
ing the management from the 
old boy's fellows who have 
not forgotten the sweet 



ago in Santa Clara, and the Mission 
Play is going to prove a medium for 
many happy and joyous reunions. 



'01 



Dr. A. P. O'Brien, A. M., 
'01, who is chief surgeon at 
Mary's Help Hospital, San 
Francisco, has recovered from a fear- 
ful accident which he sustained while 
motoring last summer. The Doctor has 
resumed his practice again. 



Will J. Maher, Ex, '05, who 
'05 was recently married, is now 

at the head of the firm of 
Maher & Co., leading dry goods mer- 
chants of Grass Valley, Nevada Co., 
Cal. 



Hon. T. A. Norton, Ex. '05, 
'05 was elected Mayor of San 

Luis Obispo by a large ma- 
jority. Mr. Norton was city attorney 
long of San Luis Obispo for six years, and 

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prominently known in the professional 
and political life of the town. Mr. 
Norton was an energetic member of 
the Senior Dramatic Club when at col- 
lege, and aided in the initial produc- 
tion of the famous Passion play of 
Santa Clara, "Nazareth." 



'05 



Lieut. Ralph C. Harrison, 
Ex. '05, is at the Presidio in 
San Francisco. 



'08 

State 
cured, 

efforts 



Dr. O. D. Hamlin, M. S., 
'08, of Oakland, who is the 
President of the California 
Medical Society, has se- 
mainly by his personal 
the Forty-third annual conven- 
tion of that society of which he is the 
head, for Oakland, his home city. Dr. 
Hanjlin is at the top of his profes=;ion 
in vDakland, and one of the most widely 
known physicians in the state. The 
Doctor and his wife will give a recep- 
tion at their home on Lennox Ave., to 
the ladies visiting the convention. 



Frank Palomeres, Ex. '90, 
'09 and L. C. Ross, Ex. '09, of 

Los Angeles have moved 
their Real Estate offices from the 
Trust and Savings Building to the 
Los Angeles Investment Build- 
ing. The change of offices speaks 
v\eH for their prosperity, as tlie Los 
Angeles Invesment Building is the fin- 



est in that city and one of the best on 
the Pacific Coast. Mr. Palomares 
and Mr. Ross were most popular on 
the campiis and are now ranked among 
the most loyal of the old Santa Clar- 
ans of the South. 



'09 



Leo J. Pope, Ex. '09, made 
a visit to the campus on the 
seventeenth of April, for 
the purpose of examining several trees 
which are falling to decay. Mr. Pope 
is field superintendent for The French 
Tree Surgery Co. of San Mateo, Cal. 
He will return to the campus in a 
week or so to "doctor our ailing 
trees." 



'inn THE Class of 1910 recently 

T-, , held their semi-annual ban- 

Banquet , , 1 . r „ 

quet and election oi otiicers 
at the Fairmont Hotel, San Francisco, 
where, amid decorations of red and 
white carnations, entwined with ferns, 
symbolic of the class colors, twelve 
of the fifteen members participated in 
one of those dinners which have 
brought this hotel its world-wide rep- 
utation. 

Telgrams of regret were read from 
James K. Jarrett of Honolulu and 
Ralph Goetter — at present doing med- 
ical work at St. Louis University, aft- 
er which, in the words of the "Poet of 
Alaska" — 
Standing, we drank to the absent ones, 

And we pledged in bumpers of wine, 



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339 



The health of our friends so far away 

And the days of Auld Lang Syne. 

The speakers of the evening includ- 
ed President Raymond W. Kearney, 
who spoke on the "Class of 1910", 
George A. Morgan, the benedict of the 
class, responded amid great applause 
to the toast, "The Married Man", 
while Edmond S. Lowe conversed in 
his usual eloquent style on "The Col- 
lege Made Man and the Drama." "Our 
New University," brought forth from 
Eugene Morris a burst of oratorical 
ability. P. Arthur McHenry, first 
president of the class, discussed "The 
College of the Past," and W. B. E. 
Hirst, who journeyed from Los Ange- 
les, concluded the speaking and caused 
much mirth by reciting an original 
poem, entitled "The City of Angels." 

In the line of business several im- 
portant matters were discussed, 
among which it was decided to con- 
tinue the monthly informal suppers, 
which have been held at the Univer- 
sity Club and proven such a success. 
The next formal meeting of the class 
was called for two nights before the 
annual University of Santa Clara- 
Nevada football contest and a com- 
mittee appointed to arrange for a ball 
at the Fairmont Hotel, the evening 
preceding this event. 

The election of officers resulted in 
Raymond W. Kearney being again 
chosen President, while Eugene Mor- 
ris fills the position of Vice-President. 
W. B. E. Hirst and A. T. Leonard, Jr., 
were unanimously chosen Treasurer 
and Secretary. 



Santa Clarans 
at Stanford 



Quite a number of for- 
mer Santa Clarans are 
registered at Stanford 
this semester, and as was to 
be expected, have been the 
recipients of unusual honors. 
Martin P. Detels, A. B., '12, has just 
been elected to Phi Alpha Delta, the 
premier honorary fraternity and the 
highest honor to which a law student 
may aspire. J. Devereaux Peters, M. 
A., '09, is also a member of this so- 
ciety, while Maurice T. Dooling, A. B., 
'09, and Charles W. Dooling, A. B., 
'10, have been honored with member- 
ship in the Phi Delta Phi honor soci- 
ety. Maurice Dooling has not only 
been distinguishing himself in the 
Law Department, but in general stu- 
dent body affairs as well, having been 
placed on the Advisory Board of the 
University Conference and chosen 
Editor in Chief of The Chaparral. The 
two die Lorimer brothers, Arthur J. 
and George S., were also registered in 
law at the beginning of the semester. 
Only one remains at present. 

Charles P. McLaughlin, Ex. '12, is 
also working for his Juris Doctor de- 
gree. 

In dramatics Santa Clara is ablv 
represented by Paine Bennett, Ex. 
'11, who has been taking the leading 
roles in the productions of "The Ram's 
Head" Society. Godfrey C. Buehrer, 
Mus. D., '07, is one of the most popu- 
lar members of the Faculty, being held 
in the same high regard by the Stu- 
dent Body here as in former days at 
Santa Clara. 



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Daniel 
O'Connell 



In a little hollow of 
the Marin hills near 
Greenbrae, in just 
such spot as a poet 

would hunt out, when the 
urge of inspiration sent him from 
mankind to the breast of Mother 
Earth, the Bohemian Club has erected 
a bronze tablet, designed by Charles 
RoUo Peters, to the memory of the 
late Daniel O'Connell, the "Poet of 
Bohemia," at one time a member of 
the Faculty of Santa Clara College. 
This tablet, the second memorial to 
this gifted poet, has simply these 
words: "In loving memory of Daniel 
O'Connell, poet, philosopher, friend." 
D. M. Delmas, A. M., '63, in refer- 
ence to the appropriateness of com- 



memorating the poet of the hills and 
among the trees, wrote: "He was a 
lover of nature, his genius expanded 
and poured forth its garnered treasures 
the closer it nestled upon the breast 
of the great parent of the universe." 

Charles Rollo Peters, our Califor- 
nian artist, described the poet thus : 
"O'Connell had a charming personal- 
ity. He was very magnetic, a great 
story teller and quick at repartee. 
But there was no evil in his mind, no 
malice in his wit." 

Clay M. Greene, Hon. '01, declares 
that after his graduation from Trinity 
College, and while on the Santa Clara 
Faculty, "O'Connell was the hand- 
somest man I knew — a perfect Irish 
gentleman." 



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With the baseball season drawing So far Santa Clara has very little in- 
to a close and the track men rounding formation concerning the strength of 
into condition for the final meet with their opponents, more than that their 
Nevada University, the athletic year rivals have high hopes of emerging 



from the game victors. However, we 
feel that Santa Clara will have col- 
lected her share of honors after the 
supremacy in the two remaining con- 
tests is decided and the curtain is 



BASEBALL. 



of 1912-1913 will soon be no more. 
Only two events remain on the sched- 
ule, — the track meet, as metioned 
above, and the baseball game to be 
played on May 5th. which will decide 
the championship with Nevada Uni- drawn to close the athletic year, 
versity. 

There is more or less interest being 
taken in the track meet, as both uni- 
versities man for man are very evenly 
matched. The meet will be held in 
Reno, and the reports from members 
of the Nevada institution say the meet 
is attracting much attention, especial 
ly, since Reno is the center of the ath- 
letic activities of the State. 

The baseball game is to be played 
on the Santa Clara diamond. The late 
date is due to the inclement weather 
of Nevada, which will not allow the 
team to get in a sufficient amount of 
practice. 



The baseball team, although prob- 
ably not of the same high order as 
teams representing the institution in 
the past, has met with fair success. 
The new material, of which this year's 
team is to a great extent composed, 
has done very good work. Whelan, 
Noonan, Bessolo, Milburn, and Vejar, 
all members of the team, donned a 
college uniform this year for the first 
time. They will all be on hand again 
next year, and with the start obtained 
in this season's games should play a 



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greatly improved brand of ball. About 
the only missing members next year 
will be Zarick and Tramutolo, the loss 
of whom will be greatly regretted both 
by the team and the fans. Zarick and 
Tramutolo have played in a Santa 
Clara uniform for the last five years, 
and have gained a large number of 
friends and admirers among the many 
followers of the Santa Clara team 
through their fine work at second and 
short respectively. Both men have re- 
ceived some good offers, and like 
many other Santa Clara player^ l^ey 
have the opportunity and ability to 
rise to a high position in the baseball 
world. Nevertheless, Marco and 
Chauncey have decided to cast their 
lot with the more elevated legal pro- 
fession. 

The Nevad'a game which still re- 
mains to be decided will in all prob- 
ability find the team lined up as fol- 
lows : Ramage c, Whelan 1st., Noo- 
nan 2nd., Zarick 3rd., Tramutolo s. s., 
Voight and Nino pitchers, and Mil- 
burn, Bessolo, Vejar, and Fitzpatrick 
fielders. 



TRACK. 

The track team leaves Friday the 
25th. for Nevada to take part in the 
final meet of the year. 

The team is not altogether lacking 
in individual stars, but its true 
strength seems to come from the fact 
that it is evenly balanced. 

On April 5th. the first real meet of 
the year was had. The affair resulted 



in a victory for the Santa Clara men 
over the Olympic Club of San Fran- 
cisco, by the score of 77 to 54. Fairly 
good showings were made in all 
events, considering the fact that the 
Santa Clara track is a 220 yard oval, 
which necessarily hinders fast time. 

Kiely, the Santa Clara weight man, 
bettered the world's junior record 
with the 56 pound weight. The height 
was 14 feet 9 inches, two and one half 
inches better than the previous record 
of 14 feet 6 1/2 inches held by Cable 
of Harvard. 

In the mile run, Schino won from 
Burke and Donavan of the Olympics 
by a good margin in the time of 4 min- 
utes 52 1/5 seconds. 

Nelson of the Olympic Club led Best 
and Haskamp all the way in the hun- 
dred and covered the distance in a 
fast 10.1. He also won the 220 yd. dash 
in 24.4. 

In the half mile Schino was forced 
to take second place behind Hobey, 
Olympic, who finished in 2:12. 

The shot-put found Rose, the world's 
champion, heaving the ball 47 feet, 5 
inches, which shows that the big fel- 
low still has championship material 
in his frame. 

The three places in the high hurdles 
went to Santa Clara men, Haskamp, 
Fitzpatrick, and Ramage finshing in 
the order named. 

The high jump went to Haskamp of 
Santa Clara with a jump of 5 feet 11-2 
inches. "Blondie" has since done 6 
ft. 1 and 1 1-2 inches. 



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SANTA CLARA vs. 

STANFORD FRESHMEN. 

The Stanford Freshmen took a vic- 
tory from the Santa Clara team on the 
Stanford oval. The showing made by 
Santa Clara was not as good as was 
expected, but considering the fact that 
the Stanford team is composed to a 
great extent of Freshmen who are the 
equal of the members of the varsity, 
an allowance can rightfully be made. 

Kiely lived up to his record by win- 
ning the shot put with a heave of 41 
feet 6 in. Hardy took first place in the 
broad Jump. Schino took second in 
the mile, which was won by Wilson, 
who has lately hung up a new Stan- 
ford-California record of 4 minutes 26 
2/5 seconds. 

The pole vault was Santa Clara's 
weak point, all three places going to 
the Stanford men. 

Haskamp of S. C. and Needham of 
Stanford ran a dead heat in the 100 
yard dash, covering the distance in 
10:1. 

The relay also went to Santa Clara ; 
Best, Hardy, Haskamp, and Momson 
composed the team. 

The Freshmen have beaten Palo 
Alto High 3 — 0, the Ideals of San Jose 
in three games, Anderson's Academy 
11—5, San Jose State Normal 12—5, 



being beaten only by the crack Sacra- 
mento High in a ten inning game by 
the close score 5 — 3. Leonard and 
Whelan have all that a pitcher needs 
and a superfluity besides. Ahearn has 
been catching excellently and batting 
in grand form. All in all this class 
team has the vigor and unity that 
makes for success. Why is there not 
more of the same fighting spirit in the 
upper class-men? 

The Juniors under Captain Aurre- 
coechea have been covering them- 
selves with glory. They have won 
and lost to Agnews, beaten Normal 
4 — 2, the Evergreens of San Jose in a 
one sided game. With the completion 
of their schedule more victories may 
be looked for. Traynham and Ira 
O'Neill seem to have Varsity material 
in their heaves and curves. 

The Tennis Tournament has been 
holding on its way with Winder Scott 
as guide. 

The Midget League champions are 
captained by Demetrio Diaz. They 
are looking forward with great anti- 
cipation to the banquet to which Mr. 
O'Brien will invite them shortly. The 
new league is already formed and 
from the excitement seen daily on this 
end of the campus great things are 
going on. 



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Umpire Pool Room 

Santa Clara, Cal. 



Oil 

Use 



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FRANKLIN STREET SANTA CLARA, CAL. 

Phone, Kearny 944 

A. PALADINI 

WHOLESALE AND RETAIL 

FISH DEALER 



Fresh, Salt, Smoked, Pickled, and Dried Fish 

540 CLAY STREET SAN FRANCISCO 

TRUNKS AND SUIT CASES FOR VACATION 

WALLETS, FOBS, TOILET SETS, ART 
LEATHER, UMBRELLAS, ETC., ETC. 

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77 NORTH FIRST ST., SAN JOSE 



T^hp ^;^nt^ r^l^r^ invites you to its rooms 
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SUMMER EXCURSIONS 



Sold on certain days in May, June, July, 
August and September 

Limit 15 days going; Return limit three months from date of sale 
but not later than October 31, 1913 



SOME OF THE RATES 



Salt Lake City 


$40 00 


Montreal 


Omaha, Kansas City 


60 00 


Minneapolis, St. 


Denver. Colorado Springs 


55 00 


New Orleans 


Dallas, Fort Worth 


62 00 


New York 


Boston 


110 00 


Philadelphia 


Baltimore 


107 50 


Portland, Me. 


Chicago 


72 50 


Quebec 


Duluth 


83 50 


Toronto 


Memphis 


70 00 


Washington, D. 



Paul 



$108 50 

75 70 

70 00 

108 50 

108 50 

113 50 

116 50 

95 70 

107 50 



Gettysburg, Pa., $103 80, sold June 25, 26. 27 

Atlanta, Ga., $93 50, sold May 6, 7, 8, 9 

Winona Lake, Ind., $73 10; sold May 22, 23, 24 

Rochester. N. Y., $96 40, sold July 1, 2, 3 

Cincinnati, 0., $84 50, sold July 22, 23, 24 



Steamship Tickets Sold to All Points in the World 



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It's unnecessary to concentrate 



all one's attention on the matter of clothes, in 
order to be well dressed — yet the man who doesn't 
occasionally give some thought to the subject these 
days, is making a real mistake. 
By all means give serious and sufficient attention 
to the selection of a style, pattern and color best 
suited to your individual needs. You can safely 
leave the rest of it to us, most of the well-dressed 
men in town do. 

SCHLOSS-BALTIMORE CLOTHES 

are displayed by us in a wide variety of colors, 
patterns and models, and each garment has been 
so faultlessly drafted and tailored, that a wise se- 
lection can be quickly made, and we are glad to 
help you. 

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16 to 22 W. Santa Clara 



SAN JOSE, CAL. 



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Home S 3458 



Residence 

1268 O'Farrell Street 

Between Gough and Octavia 

San Francisco, Cal. 



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Hours: 9 to 5 1615 Polk Street 
Evenings: 7 to 8 Cor. Sacramento 


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Sundays by appointment San Francisco 


Bet. First and Second San Jose 


Oberdeener's Pharmacy 


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Ring us for a hurry-up 


Kodaks and Supplies 


Delivery :: :: :: 


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4: 



And It Happened Thus — 

"To buy or not to buy? that is the question." 

Said Gaffey in a fit of hesitation. 

And hied him from the treasurer's office room 

To where the CO-OP store in grandeur loomed. 

"Here are two nictcels-bright new Buffalo ones 

Good Heavens! could I change them into bones! 

Two nickels for an appetite like mine 

When I could eat a melon, — seeds and rind! " 

So stood he there before the CO-OP store 

Resolved to spend one nickel, nothing more. 

"Let's see those gum drops, naw! — let's see the top. 

Shall I buy toilet powder, soap or hop? 

How much for that new lid right over there?" 

"Two plunks." Poor Gaffey tears his hair. 

"Do you keep candy! Foster and Orear's?" 

The question brings poor Gaffey into tears. 

"No! don't want it! — throw down the tube 

Just hand me out an Armour's Bullion cube. 

1 think that I should keep my teeth more clean 

I'll take a sample of that Dental Cream. 

Well no — I've changed — some old Prince Albert please, 

Or cancel that and give me Banquet cheese. 

And now I'll take my change, come hand it quick 

Don't think the CO-OP guys are awfully slick!" 

Poor Ernie blushed, then fainted, called for time 

"He's down and out!" the crowd around did chime. 

Then Joe appeared, sedate and full of cares 

His mind all taken up with vending wares. 

Facing about with accents swelling loud 

He burst him forth and thus addressed that crowd: — 

"O ye who gather round about this lad 

Arouse your interest and appear not sad. 

Why fainted yon fair headed lad so strange? 

Because a rough-neck asked for five cents' change. 

Now who, I ask YOU keeps the teams in suits? 

The CO-OP store as well as he who roots. 

Who gives the cash for bats and catcher's mitt? 

The CO-OP 'guys' — there lies one in a fit. 

Who paved the tennis courts by yonder hall? 

Who built tlie bleachers where they play in fall? 

Who backed the track team to Nevada, where 

The sage-brush were hoisted by the hair? 

Who did these things? Who did a full score more? 

Believe me lads, it was the CO-OP store. 

Reprove me not, nor shed the briny tear, 

Don't go be cheated elsewhere, — COME IN HERE! " 



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ANNOUNCEMENT 



THE SENIOR DRAMATIC CLUB OF THE 

UNIVERSITY OF SANTA CLARA 

THE PRODUCTION OF 

"THE MISSION PLAY 



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OF SANTA CLARA 

BY MARTIN V. MERLE, A. M. '06 
IN THE 

University Theatre, Santa Clara 

ON THE FOLLOWING DATES : 



Wednesday Eve., May 14, Thursday Eve., Alay 15, 
Saturday Evening, May 17, 

AND - ^= 

Sunday Afternoon, May 18, 1913 



FOR THE BENEFIT OF THE BUILDING FUND 
OF THE UNIVERSITY OF SANTA CLARA 



Reserved Seats $1.50, $1.00, 75 and 50 Cents 



Special Railroad Excursions at Greatly Reduced Rates 
See Local Agents 



For further particulars address 

CHAUNCEY F. TRAMUTOLA, 

Business Manager Senior Dramatic Club 



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